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BradBrad was my getaway. Yes I said getaway. He treated me like I was a child sometimes I was so in love with brad.
Today he greeted me at my door with flowers.
The question from the other day replays in my mind.
What type of girl doesn't Make out with her boyfriend?
and I hate him personally for his answer.
A girl who's insecure in her relationship.The pain in his eyes when he told me about his sister.
The pain in his eyes when he told me I was insecure.Like I shouldn't be insecure. He acted as if I hadn't a reason.
Hadn't a reason to be insecure? I very much have personal reasons he doesn't
Know about.It almost disgusts me but he was purely saddened by me being insecure. And what seemed like happened to his sister, he didn't want happening to me.
He had quite an off way of showing his affection.
But I somewhat liked it.
I also liked how he made smoking look cool. When it's not. But he makes it look like he's so calm. But inside all its doing is barely scraping his pain away. Just covering it up for a few hours.Brad doesn't smoke. Which isn't entirely bad..
But I can tell you what is..
The whole time I'm with brad I am thinking about this mystery boy. And how his eyes could tell me his whole life story, just by looking into mine.
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Sequence h.s. AU
RandomI'm Evelyn, and well, I guess you could call this a journal or a diary. or whatever. but this is my story I guess.