True love is not the number of kisses, or how often you get them, true love is the feeling that still lingers long after the kiss is over ❦
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❦Simon Reed, she's stubborn, sassy, unkind as people would say, no one has ever gotten close enough to fin...
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Numb- a word used to describe someone who felt nothing. They felt a void, a black pit.
That's how I felt, numb. I woke up in Miles bed, I stared up at the Gary wall. Miles slightly shifted, his large body laid on the couch in his room. His hair messy, his lips slightly parted, his eyes close showing of his dark, long lashes. My gaze shifted back to the wall.
My eyes were heavy and red , my lashes wet. The pain in my heart hurt far worse then it's ever hurt before. I couldn't even express the pain I felt.
I put everyone in danger, everyone I loved, everyone I cared about. I looked at mikes face once more noticing the bruises under his eye and near his collarbone. Tears found three way to the breams of my eyes. He tired so hard to fight all the guards off and to get to Sergio, but he still managed to escape. I whimpered softly while wiping the tears from my face. My face would become sore if I kept crying.
I sat up trying to calm myself, I heard noises coming from Miles as he shifted so more. "Simon?" His raspy morning voice called out.
I wiped my face one more time. "Yeah?" My voice came out weak and frail.
He sat up and looked around the dark room. His eyes adjusting to the room. He stood up and walked over to his bed, sitting down beside me. "Look at me" he whispered tiredly.
I looked at his face noticing a tiny cut above his eyebrow. His eye was red due to shot blood vessels. My eyes weld up with tears. "Your face" I whispered softly.
His eyebrows pinched together in confusion. "What?" He questioned his voice quiet and soft. "Y-your face" i croaked out, he cringed at my voice cracking obviously not liking the sound.
"Your all bruised all over your face" i lifted my hand to touch his face. I cried harder as I ran my hand across each cut, bruise, scrape and more. He hissed out in pain as I hit the cut on his cheekbone "I'm sorry" a tear ran down into my mouth tasting salty.
"It's my fault he's dead" I admitted sadly, my hand ran through his messy hair. "Simon, it's not" he closed his eyes tiredly.
"You tired your best, things happen and we can't always stop them. You shouldn't feel guilty for Sergio's actions" he whispered while opening his eyes. I sobbed quietly and nodded.
"Are you tired" I asked him, he waited a minute and scanned my face not liking the tear stains on my cheeks. He lifted his hand and wiped the tears away. I waited for him to respond.
"I am, but I can stay up for you" i shook my head 'no' "you need sleep, Miles" I ran my hand rubbing his head and he let out a pleased sigh.
"Does that feel good" I asked quietly and he shook his head saying it did. "Wanna lay down" I glance at my thighs and he moved his head to where my thighs were and got comfortable. I ran my hand throughout his hair.
