Marshall is a guy, Chloe's a girl and they meet. That's chill right?
In reality, both do shitty things, but maybe they're still somewhat nice.
The thing is: they're fucking crazy about each other, to the point where its actually kinda bad.
But the...
She was on her last lap, she was running for about an hour now. All sweaty and overwhelmed by endorphins, she couldn’t focus on anything but the song blaring in her ears.
Life’s a bitch and then you die- Accurate. -that’s why we puff lye, cause you never know when you’re gonna go Nas was true.
Her leg had automatically stopped paining anymore, the blood clotted and the wound had practically healed, at least for her.
She finished the last round and sat down at the bench outside the park and immediately drank some water. Shouldn’t have done that, she thought to herself as she launched into fit of violent coughs. Just as she was recovering from them, she saw him running up to her from his car.
“Stop it, for God’s sake, you know what, we’re going right now.”
“No-" He spared no time in picking her up and put her in his car. Putting in the key, he quickly left the scene before someone could realise it was him. With adrenaline pumping through both fo them, it was needless to say, a fighting match was about to ensue.
“You literally did not just lift and throw me in the car?! Where are we going anyway?”
“To get you some help. Stop being a small bitch about it and face it,” he grunted.
“You fucking dick, don’t you realise I don’t want to go back there?”
“So what am I supposed to do? Watch you kill yourself like this?” his voice cracked as he uttered the sentence. For once, he really felt scared for her.
“I told you I’m fine! I don’t need any help!” she burst into tears and put her head in her hands.
“Baby,” he pulled over on a relatively empty street. “We were doing so good. You were doing so so good. Where did it go wrong?” He gently raised her head and kissed her hands.
“I don’t know Marshall, maybe because I cannot get what I want from you?” she sniffled. He looked at her, confused. “You’re emotionally unavailable for me, you’re either working or just so detached, I don’t feel like putting effort anymore. And I know I’m bitch for saying and doing this but I think that this is what I deserve for not being able to help you.”
“I don’t need any help Chloe, I’m perfectly fi-"
“You’re telling me you aren’t killing yourself with the stress and pills you’re taking? It’s not a one time thing, it’s become an everyday thing and you’re losing yourself to them day by day.”
He sighed and just stared into the void. “Maybe you’re right, I do need help. But at least I don’t starve myself like a stupid cu-"
“Okay that’s it, I’m not dealing with your bullshit. If I’m not good enough for you,” she took a deep breath. “You need someone better, and I know exactly who I need too.”
“So you’re gonna run off to her huh? As if she’d just take you in her house like that?”
“At least she’d always be there for me, no matter what.” ************************************* 7th December, 2000LA
Marshall’s POV
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