Type: Angst
Tw/cw:Yelling, Drinking, Minor swearing
--Artemis' POV (they/them)--
"Baby.." I mutter out, I think of a few moments before. I had been screaming. I had been drinking. One particular phrase comes to mind:
"GOD! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST ACCEPT THAT YOU CAN'T HOLD ON TO EVERY LITTLE GODDAMNED RELATIONSHIP?! It's pathetic!"
My speech wasn't mine.
I knew she had trouble letting things go, that's what most of her trauma was based upon; being left alone, again, and again, and again.
Yet I still said it.
Don't leave.
Don't go.
Don't go-
Don't go!
It's too late, she's halfway out the door.
"Marci-" I whisper out, barely loud enough to hear
"Don't." She hit me. Not physically, Marci wouldn't do that, nono, she hit me with that stone-cold stare. The one that made me want to cry.
"Marci- don't go! Please! I-I'll be better! I'll- I'll stop drinking! Anything! I'll be better.. I promise!" Here I am. Sobbing. Pathetic.
I look up through my tear-blurred eyes. She begins to walk over. A good three inches taller than me, with her 5'11 frame. I take everything in, things I hadn't noticed before, like the way her blunt, curly red hair rested on her shoulders, and the way her hips were slightly larger than her breasts, this is fine, I would still love her if her skin started melting off and she turned into a shapeless blob.
She pulls me into an embrace, I nuzzle my face into the crook of her neck.
I hear a whisper, "I love you baby. I love you so much."
"I love you too"
Wow
Word count: 250
Short but sweet :)
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It Isn't Going To Be Okay, Feel Better Yet Love?
Teen FictionCheesy Romance book go brr? --- This is my first book :) Constructive criticism is welcome and encouraged --- Boundaries + tws in first chapter --- My Name: Remy My Pronouns: Xe/They/It/That
