We Are Dreamers

Entry Three: Saraya Jade-Bevis

A/N: This is obviously written using Florence Pugh's version of Paige, not the real one. Paige has dark brown eyes and is taller than Florence so whatever is placed in chapters surrounding Saraya, always assume you're reading about Florence's Saraya. Just had to make that known! Enjoy!~

×~I know nothing's perfect~×

I don't think I was meant to see that. Who am I kidding? I know I wasn't meant to see it. But unfortunately, it burned into my brain. The very imagery if it all. How could she do that to me? Our three year was today, I had this song I was going to play for her at the party. It was all worked out and..... perfect. So how...why....would she do that to me, to us?!

I don't know how I managed it but I stumbled my way back down the stairs. Like I was in a trance or something. The things I saw in that bedroom replayed in my head which only caused the dissociation worse. As I made it back downstairs, I was surrounded by the loud bass, thumping from the music through the speakers that were hanging off the corners of the home. Every room had them for maximum volume. The pain hadn't settled in yet, just the way I liked it, so I chased the feelings away with alcohol.

I barely remember the way a friend had guided me to the kitchen, where the alcohol was placed before everyone had showed up. I wasn't going to drink, I told myself that I needed to be sober for the song. But now? Well alcohol sounded great and I was all too eager to accept the shot and mixed drink from my friend.

"You look like you've seen a ghost, Y/n!" They yelled over the music. I downed the remaining beverage before answering; I could already feel the buzzed sensation after my second shot.

"Aye! I just watched something disgusting and I'm trying to forget it!" I yell back, a smile plastered to my face. "Here! Make me another?"

My friend just chuckles at me but takes my cup and begins to fill it up. Some up beat music started to play and I was left with my thoughts as my drink was made. I started to think about something my best friend had told me a few nights before, something that makes me angry now. Not at her but at myself for not listening to her when she had said it.

"Here!"

I got brought out of my thoughts when another shot and my drink was shoved my way. My friend and I took the shot together before we left the kitchen to continue enjoying the rest of the party. For someone who just caught her girlfriend cheating, I was taking it pretty well. Or that could be the alcohol talking.

×~Three Days Ago~×

"I'm just saying, she's acting really shady as of late."

You watch as your best friend spun in your computer chair while she spoke her thoughts. You had confided in her over the way your girlfriend had canceled some plans for the third time that week that you had put together.

"She's probably busy,-"

"For three days in a row?!"

You sigh and look down to the guitar in your lap. It was an acoustic which told Saraya that you were currently writing a song.

"What are you writing anyways?"

You mumble under your breath while plucking at one of the wires, making a soft note ring out in the otherwise quiet room.

"I'm sorry?"

"It's a love song for our three year anniversary."

"Huh."