Four days.
It had been four days to their spat.
Four days and it felt like four years.
That's the thing about the matters of the heart. If you love a person, one second apart from them is like one year apart.
She was not used to it.
Her heart was burning away slowly. .the slow burn was enough to kill her.
She wished it would just . .get done with him .
If only it was that easy. If only hearts operated how we wanted it to be. .
There would be no heartbreaks then.
The cool night breeze fluttered around her like butterflies. . sighing she crossed her arms , rubbing her arms up and down in a soothing manner.
Her parents were out for a dinner getaway . She faked a headache and Gloria was damn sure her mother knew that.
Her fake attempt.
But she still didn't say anything.
And that's what she was grateful for.
In time like this she just wanted to be understood. Not asked any questions she had no answers to.
She was tired of findings answers.
She wanted everyone to not ask her any questions.
Any questions that might break her down again. Just when she thought she got one step further to healing, she was pushed two steps back.
The night was . .she smiled a little . . because the days and night didn't seem beautiful to her anymore.
It was a plain night.
Nothing special or poetic.
The person who made them special wasn't there anymore. . .
She didn't want to stay trapped in her room and keep thinking and thinking about the ifs and buts. .God she hated that.
What if. .
But. .
She hated them words.
These words did nothing but seduce you into thinking this would have gone in another way if. .
A huge big fat if.
Gloria always thought girls were stupid for staying behind and nurse their hearts back to life when they could just fly over to Paris. Shop and shop till their hearts went full.
How vain of her. .
She didn't want to step out of her room, let alone go to Paris .
The energy was just not there to be found in her.
The lawn of her house was a beautiful mess . An array of different flora blessing her sight. Some wooden chairs and table giving off a homey vibe to the whole environment.
Her flip flops squished on the green grass as she walked back and forth. Her silk PJs glinting in the moonlight.
She seemed like a moonlight herself.
Humming to herself, she turned around-
And that's when she saw him.
Jumping over the wall.
Landing roughly on the ground.
A colorful curse burning her ears.
Horrified, she stepped back on shaking legs-a burglar!!
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Happily Ever After (Boys From Hell #2)
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