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"Fine Line" -Harry Styles
July 24th, 2006 6:32am
The sound of knocking—near banging, your body jolting up at the sound. Your feet threw themselves over the edge of your bed before you hesitantly approached the door.
Brian.
Distressed, disheveled, and upset.
"I.. I'm sorry to wake you this early but I.. I don't know, I woke up in the middle of the woods without any memory of it happening and I saw something.. and.. I didn't know who else to go to."
You embraced your best friend, rubbing circles on his back as he let his emotions out on your shoulder.
"It's okay, just come inside and we can talk about it, okay?" You pulled back, shutting the door before guiding him to the couch. His void expression broke you, your hand finding it's way onto his shoulder as he steadied his breathing.
You took a seat on the coffee table across from him, knees touching as your eyes met his.
"Do you remember what happened exactly?"
He let out a sigh before rubbing the back of his neck, gathering his thoughts before speaking.
"I.. I remember waking up in the middle of the woods, not being able to remember what happened.. my memory is really fuzzy."
Your hands clasped together, trying to gather your own thoughts before glancing back up at his dipped head.
"Do you just want to crash here for today? Or however long you need?" You offered, his eyes meeting yours as he lifted his head back up.
"That's probably for the best."
March 20th, 2012 8:52am
No words in the English dictionary could express how you felt. It's like betrayal—but the urge to just embrace him is still there.
Your voice is a mere whisper as his name left your lips. His stature froze instantly at your words.
Your lip trembled ever-so-slightly as he slowly turned his head back towards you. You couldn't tell if you wanted to cry, hug him, or punch him.
Your hand let go of his wrist, averting eye contact with him as he simply stood there. Everything set in at once, so many questions unanswered.
As if he read your mind, he spoke what was on your mind.
"I can't answer most of your questions."
He spoke a little louder than before, his natural voice setting in a bit more. His southern undertones brought a sense of familiarity to you.
"Somebody kill me, holy shit, this is not happening.." You muttered, placing a hand on your temple.
He knelt down in front of you, head tilted slightly as he raised his gloved hand.
"I could do so much more than kill you."
His forefinger and thumb gripped your chin, your eyes staring into his blue ones that were hidden away behind that godforsaken frown. His words were quieter as he kept himself still.
"I know." You whispered as a response, not moving from his grip. You couldn't tell if you felt relieved or betrayed.
He let go of you before standing up, head still turned towards you.
It didn't feel real. A part of you refuses to believe he's standing right in front of you.
You glanced at his wrist, the bracelet ever-so-slightly visible with the yellow sleeve covering it.
You're surprised he kept it after all these years.
Your eyes made their way to your own wrist, focusing on the worn beads.
"I never forgot about you, y'know." Your words emitted out, a little louder than before as you continued to gaze at the beads.
He stood there for a moment in silence before responding.
