midnight love ; dreamwastaken

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i went into work the next day acting as if i didn't ruin the best thing that had ever happened to me the night before. i cried myself to sleep and woke up late. i was so close to just giving up.

today was my brother's death date and i had no one to talk to about it. i sat behind the counter at work waiting for someone to come in. my head was in my hands as tears formed in my eyes.

why am i such a dumbass? i wanted something with clay. but my mind told me i wasn't good enough, that i was going to get cheated on and left again.

i wish i had my parents to talk to but they both also turned to drugs when will and i were 17. so i have been living on our own since. no one really knew this stuff about me. i didn't want them to. it's embarrassing.

soon enough the bell rang and i wiped my tears and looked up i was met with a girl who looked around my age. i smiled and her and she smiled back.

"can i help you with anything today? we have a cafe in the back and books to buy all around" i said

"i'm looking for a good mystery novel. i want to start reading and i love mystery." she said

"what kind of mystery do you like? murders? paranormal?" i asked

"murder mystery definitely" the ginger said

"okay follow me" i took her to the mystery section i picked out some of my favorites.

i explained each one to her and how much i loved reading them. she picked out sharp objects by gillian flynn. my all time favorite murder mystery due to the original backstory.

i rung her up and she paid. she left and i sat on my stool behind the counter. katy, our barista came up to me. i looked at her.

"i called zach in. go home. i can tell you are struggling today" she said and i frowned

"it's fine really" i told her

"sadie, go home" zach said walking through the door.

"fine. thank you" i said before going out and walking to my car. as i sat in my car i broke down. i couldn't do this anymore.

"it's all your fault sadie" i said before turning on my car and driving home in silence.

i walked into my apartment numbly. i simply dropped my bag and phone on the couch and walked into will's room. it was left the same way from when he died. i closed the door and slid down it.

in times like these i wish i had someone to love me, to care. i had that but i pushed him away. i need to talk to him.

i heard my phone ring from the other room but ignored it. it rang again, i ignored it again. this kept happening until my front door opened and i heard a voice i have missed

"sadie? where are you?" i told him to never come into this room because i didn't want so many secrets revealed.

"sadie?" i held my breath as i heard him check every room.

"sadie james harris where the fuck are you?"

i gave up and exited the room and closed it quickly. he looked over at me. seeing the tired eyes, mascara on my face, and baggy clothes.