Lexi
The friends we have as children shape us. Some of them we keep forever, some of them we lose along the way... but all of them leave something behind... or in his case, take something as they leave.
Mason Jennings held my heart in his hands at...
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"LIAAAAA!!!!" I yell, lifting the couch cushions yet again in a huff.
I take a deep breathe and hold my head for a moment. Damn Lia and her homemade cocktail proving to me one of the many reasons I don't normally drink. My head is aching and my entire body feels drained as it always does when I'm blessed with a top tier panic attack.
The worst part isn't how fragile I feel today, it's that I'm horrified I let Mason see me in such a broken state. I'm even more disturbed by the fact that he was able to pull me back into the present.
He was so comforting as he held me... even remembering how to rub my back like he would when we were younger to calm me...
It's strange to see glimpses of the boy I used to know. For split seconds I can convince myself he never left.
But that's not true. The Mason I knew is gone. That's how it is and that's how it as to stay.
I can't let my guard down around him like I did last night. I was so close to telling him everything and even though I didn't, I stupidly gave him enough to exaggerate his curiosity. It's like holding a bone in front of a dog and telling him to 'stay' - you can't hold them back forever.
But I meant what I said, I hope Mason never finds out the full story and me being near him is more disarming that I could've imagined.
So, the new plan is complete avoidance and ignorance at all costs.
"Stop yelling! It's the middle of the night!" Lia calls back harshly, mid-yawn.
God this girl is dramatic.
She walks into the living room in a pink jumper and red leggings that clash terribly. I guess someone's too asleep to check their colour wheel this Wednesday morning.
"It's 6am. Wakey wakey Ophelia. You're not the only one with a hangover."
"Why are you yelling?" Sophia groaned, shielding her eyes from the daylight as she exits her room.
I toss the blanket screwed up on the floor in the air as I speak, "I can't find my team jacket and Grouchy will murder me if I've lost it after only 3 weeks!"
"Stop panicking, you'll be fine." Sophia says with a yawn, wrapping herself up in the blanket I was just tossing around.
"Uh she will most definitely not be fine. Better decide quick if you want a burial or a cremation Lexi, she's burned people at the stake for less." Lia replies, shivering in a scarily genuine way.
"When did you last see it?" Sophia asks, curling up in a fluffy pink ball on the couch.
"I had it in training on Monday and I definitely wore it home."
"So then it's here somewhere" she shrugs.
"I'd gotten that far on my own but ghee thanks for the help Soph" I reply sarcastically giving her a double thumbs up.
