𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝖫𝖮𝖵𝖤 𝖲𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖲 #2
She was addicted to a type of sadness that pulled her deeper into her hole. She changed herself because of her hanging past. He avoided the dark parts of his life, doesn't mean the darkness didn't loom over him.
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ISAAC
My anger always got the best of me. In good or bad situations. I always used my anger whenever I was feeling too many at once. Anger was a comfort I used all the time.
Her siren eyes look up at me, the rain falling perfectly against her skin. Gliding down and curving at her parted lips. Her face was shocked, knowing but shocked. I waited for her to say something along the lines of, "I knew it!" But she never did.
She didn't say anything besides the feint whisper of, "what?"
I let her go and cupped her cold, pale cheeks. I rubbed my thumb along them, wiping the rain off them only to be flooded with more.
"I love you. In a way that makes me mad irritated because I've never loved someone like this. I've never wanted to wake up next to them every morning and sleep with them every night. You made me yours the second you let me taint your perfect lips. The second you let me burn you with my frustrated hands. The second you looked into my eyes wanting me, I became yours."
I wasn't good with words but I let anger take control of them. I always let anger get the best of me in good or bad situations. It was anger that helped me all those years ago and I stuck with it. I'll stick with it now. It's the safer option for me.
Fear gripped me when she didn't say anything. She licked her lips and gasped at the rain as if she was finally feeling it. Then she glanced at me with fluttering eyes, trying to look at me with the rain pouring all over her face. I brought my hands up to her forehead, acting like a barrier for her eyes so she could see.
It was a moment where I thought maybe this small act would really show her that I feel intense things for her. That I feel much more for her than I do anyone else. It isn't just love, it's something more. It's always something more.
"You don't love me." She shakes her head, my hands slip from her face.
"Brianna-"
"I should go because Hailey's probably getting restless."
I dipped my brows to the center in confusion but remember that Hailey was back inside the house. She only came over because her parents were getting a divorce and she needed someone to talk to. Someone who also has parents that are splitting up. She just doesn't know why my parents are splitting.
"Brianna." I ran after her again and pulled her back to me by her waist. "Don't leave."
"I need to go home and I have alot of homework to do and-"
"Please."
I didn't know what else to say. Like I said anger was my way of words, if that subsided, I couldn't say anything else I wanted to say.
