my always addiction ☞︎𝕛𝕛 𝕞𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕜☜︎

𝗹𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗱, 𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲, 𝟯𝟰𝟬𝟵𝟳

Ya... sorry for that last one...

Oh and y'all are gonna be reallll pissed at Zia in a minute-

Fair warning:

This one isn't gonna be any better.

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zia

I run. And run. And run until I'm back at my house. I unlock the front door with the spare key that Macy hides under Jaspers outdoor dog bed.

I don't bother trying to search for Macy and go straight to my room, not in the mood to explain why I'm crying.

I look around my room. The basic cream walls covered in vines and photos, and the baby blue bed covers, the millions of unnecessary throw pillows that Macy made. My white vanity that sat in the corner by the window, the mirror covered in photos of the Pogues. Some photos were of Macy and I, or Jasper. But out of all of them, my personal favorite was the horizontal photo of all of the Pogues.

We stood on the pier, Pope sitting on the side and dangling his feet in the water, John B leaning up against a post. Kie stood in the middle of all of us, JJ on the other side of her. I stood next to John B.

That day had to have been only a few months ago, but the more pictures we take, the more my favorite changes.

I walk over to my vanity and aggressively grab the picture from in between the glass and the wood, refusing to look up at the mirror.

I look at the photo more closely, before dropping it back on the desk and walking over to my closet. I reach up to the top shelf that sits about the close rack, and grab my empty duffel bag from the back corner. I toss it on my bed and as it hits the covers, it falls open, revealing the dusty inside.

I walk over to my dresser and begin to pull open the drawers, grabbing some of my favorite jeans, shorts, leggings, shirts, and any other clothing item you could think of. I throw them all in the duffel, not bothering to fold them.

How dare he? He just- He-

"And do me a favor, fucking stay there!"

Replaying the scene in my head just cause more tears to fall, and more sobs to be released. I shove my last pair of jeans into the duffel and walk back over to the vanity.

I grab three photos.

The one of the Pogues.

One of Macy and I.

And one of Jasper.

I slide them into the side pocket of the duffel. Just cause I'm leaving them, doesn't mean I want to forget them.

I walk back over to the dresser and grab my Pogue beanie from the already opened drawer, and then slam it shut. As I shove it into the duffel bag, I hear Macy's footsteps come from down the hall.

Shit.

"You okay in here? I heard a slam." Macy says as she turns the corner into my room. I look up from the duffel, and immediately lock eyes with a confused Macy.

"Going somewhere?" She asks, looking down at the almost full duffel.

"Uh- yeah." I stutter, trying to keep the sobs from coming out.

"Wher- oh. Oh, honey." Macy speeds over from the doorway to the side of the bed where I am, and pulls me in for a hug.

"What's happened?" She asks as my tears stain her light green shirt. I let out soft sobs as I practically fall into her.