One-Shots

She Was Crazy Like That...

Always coming home with a new tattoo or color in her hair. Hell, she came home with a motorcycle one night. I have no clue where she got the money for it, but when I got home from work, there was a brand-new Suzuki in the driveway. Her fashion choices came and went, too. Steampunk one day, preppy the next. The only thing that she never changed was that ring. She's had it on since that night. I remember everything about it. The cold asphalt on my knee, the sparkle in her eye, and the way her lip ring caught the moonlight as her lips formed the word yes. I just wish I was strong enough.

We never sealed the deal. I remember that night, my brother was hit by a car and my mom ate a bullet or two. I couldn't process what I was doing. The next thing I knew, I was swinging from the ceiling fan above our bed, bleeding all over the sheets. I watched her walk in the bedroom. I saw her scream and collapse. Her knees hit the ground with a thud, and the familiar sight of her mascara running down her face was infused into my brain.

I smiled as I watch her pull into the driveway on that little black bike. Her and Alice hop off, and she looks happier than ever. I'm so glad she found someone. I couldn't let her be miserable. They pulled their helmets off and kissed quickly, then Alice grabbed her left hand, the one with the ring, and they stumbled into the house, laughing.

I looked down at my torn and dirty wings, drenched now from what I thought was only a few tears.

I love you, Jaycee.

A/N Omg I'm so nervous tell me how I did pls