(You may be confused if you haven’t read the first part :)
I read my book in the silence of the library, my music playing in my headphones, I look up to see someone.
It’s Mason _again. _
I put my headphones off of my head_. _
_“Hey, you mind if I join you?”_
I nodded.
No words were spoken after that. On two separate sides of the table, he studied while I read ‘jane Austen, pride and prejudic...
He stared at me and I knew I was done for. I hated him throughout highschool, he betrayed me, to be with _my bestfriend_. I never let anyone else in after him, I’m 19, and _still_. They both hurt me, more than anyone else has my whole life. The two people I thought knew me better than anything—the two people who knew every little secret about my life—_gone_—in an instant.
I never thought I’d see...
(Tw: Sad/death)
He sat there on the hotel bed, his heart beat silenced.
His beautiful blue eyes became dark, he was on the ground staring into my soul, he was dying. I sat there, wondering _why me?_ But there was nothing I could do.
His freckles shinning in the light, it was _his_ time to come home.
I sobbed there, watching the life fleet out of him, could I have done something more helpful, c...
I watched you fall for another girl,
The girl you said “Was just a friend,”
And I can sit here and say “You’re stupid,”
But that wouldn’t entirely be true.
You knew better but yet, she was all you wanted, you didn’t want the one who cares, who loves, you wanted the one that’d just disappear within time.
I was supposed to be your forever, the one you’d call at any point of time, the one you’...
I watched his face walking past, it looked like a wound reopening in him. I just thought, “how could I do that to him?” I left him, the only one thing I loved. It broke me, every single time I saw his face, the worst being that he still smiled when I saw me. _Me, _the one who hurt him, stabbed him with a knife several times, in a open wound. I broke him.
_His arm wrapped around her. What had I d...
“Why are you acting like this?” He asked.
“I overheard you talking to James.”
“You don’t need to change? What did you even overhear?” His brows lifted.
“That you hated clingy girls, and how I was too clingy.”
“Oh.” He paused, “I’m sorry even though I don’t remember saying that.” It sounded genuine.
“I was just trying to be what you wanted. You used to talk about having a type of blonde...
“You never listen!” I yelled, my voice breaking.
“Listen to what?…. You’re supid accusations!” He yelled back.
I couldn’t stop the tears from rolling, my throat was so dry, I couldn’t do anything.
“I can’t do this anymore,” I pushed out, my breathing heavy. “You cheated on me, with my_ BEST FRIEND_, didn’t _you_?”
He didn’t respond but I could see the tiniest glispe of pain in his eyes.
“I can...
(Ps. This isn’t a poem but wanted to use the prompt)
_The exits are blocked_, “Shoot.” I whispered under my breath.
My heart—beating so fast, and James—losing blood, they’d have an advantage, we both were losing energy by the minute.
He boosted me into the vents, and I grabbed his arm and pulled him up.
Crawling in the vents, made me particularly aware of the tenderness near the bruise.
“The...
“I know who killed Walker,” I Spat out. I had the proof in my hand, I didn’t want to say anything, but I knew I had to make this right. If I was the target because I knew—**_so be it. _**
“Is this all the evidence?” He asked, then I nodded.
He ran his finger on the pages, “You have a real future in detective work, your brain works in riddles. This—right here—is more effort than any of the police ...
I grabbed his hand, “We’re in this together, right?”
“We’re in this together, but I’m not sure I can trust you,” he confessed under his breath.
My heart broke, he didn’t know, did he? I traded places with my sister, not knowing she’d attempt to kill him.
This was a kill-or-be-killed situation, I didn’t have time to tell him right now.
“Well you’re going to have to trust me, I know it’s ha...
