1001 Love Stories Darker

Manic(64)

Warning heavy drug use. Also the first character to speak is in fact a boy. The name Juliet will make since later I promise

Juliet's POV

"We should have never let it get this far." His words were cold and sad.

It hurt, but it was expected.

We should have never let it get this far.

He was right.

I think as we lay next to each other. Our hands close enough to touch but not.

"I love you." I whisper however it wasn't a plea for him to stay, it wasn't me trying to explain myself.

It felt both right and wrong.

It needed to be said, or maybe it was the silence that was needed.

He held up his hands, his fingers catching the light that pored in from the windows.

I stared at each one of his scarred fingers that felt so perfect to me.

I watched as he played with the light.

Like an angel.

But slowly he drops it.

"Crash." He whispers and I do the same raising my hand into the light.

"Crash." I whisper back and with that he sat up.

I did the same so we faced each other. His short black hair falling into his eyes.

To the kids that fantasized trauma.

Who wants a damaged boy with anger issues.

It's not all fun.

Not when you love him and what allowed him to love was taken so long ago.

His eyes were cold gray, almost dead but kept going off something chemical.

I placed a hand on his cheek and he leaned against it.

"I love your warmth." He says and I smile slowly stroking his cheek.

"We keep saying we'll end things. When will one of us get the strength to walk away?" He asks and I place my head against his.

I wanted to know what was going through his mind.

But maybe I didn't.

He got off the mattress that lay on the floor in the abandoned house we were currently squatting in.

He begin to dance in the light and I watched sitting with his head on my legs.

"He picks up a half empty bottle of vodka drinking it as he spun and I grab the bottle drinking it before getting up and he takes my hand spinning me.

I try to remember the steps from when I danced but I quickly realize it's pointless seeing he was doing whatever and I follow his lead until we end up just dancing like idiots.

Suddenly he kisses me and I kiss him back and he pulls away pulling that small bag out of his jacket pocket and I take one of the white pills washing it down with more vodka and continues to dance.

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Romeo's POV

I watch him dance. A sworm of emotions filling me.

What did I do this to him?

He was such a beautiful soul when we met. So much potential.

But like a fire. I distoy everything I touch.

But I don't say anything. I just take the pill and dance with him.

God I loved him.

I hated the crash.