Tomboy

#26. Heartless

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Lyric

I didn't know what to feel. I was so confused. Everything was like one big mess. I was one big mess. I hated life, I hated him, you know, the other him. Not him the bad him, but the bad boy him. I hated the bad him too, but the bad boy him just pissed me off. Ugh.

I can't understand why I always have faith in him, why Milo does.

"Lyric."

I dont want to speak to him, I don't want him in my life.

"Lyric."

"I don't want to talk to you. Go away."

"Why would I go away when I can see you need someone to talk to?" He said. He sounded genuine, so genuine I almost believed him.

"When will you stop playing with me? Can you just leave?" Why won't he just stay away and let me deal with this alone. I want him to go away. To stay away.

"Games? Lyric, I don't get what you're talking about." I couldn't bring myself to look at him, I could barely hold myself against believing him.

"Go. Leave, I don't need your bullshit right now."

I dared myself to peak at him. He sat across from me, his hands falling limply over his pulled up knees and his face hanging between it. His hair fell in locks over his forehead as he looked down and shook his head lightly.

I shut my eyes, I hated looking like the bad guy.

"I have feelings too you know, do you not care?" He asked, raising his head and looking me in the eye. I curled deeper into myself as I lay on the bed in my room. I wore a big black jumper and tights. He sat again the opposite wall beside the window, the moonlight shining on his darkened eyes, white loose shirt and grey trackies.

There was only so much pain I could handle until my heart just blocked the pain and left me with a numb feeling inside. This feeling... It makes you feel dead and it never really heals in the long run.

"It's not that I don't care, Axel." I said, heaving a sigh, "It's just that ..." I probably care too much. I sighed again and rubbed my forehead as his piercing gaze never left mine. I was angry at him but most of all I was angry at me. I was the one that put myself into the position to get hurt. I couldn't blame him for my vulnerability. "It's so hard for me to put my feelings into words that will make anyone understand." I said finally.

"Do you think that it's not hard for me?" He said.

"I'm not saying it's not hard for you, I'm just saying that it's easier for you. You're pretty."

"Did you just call me pretty?" He asked, and a grin slowly plastered on his face.

"N-No. That's not what I meant." I said, trying to back pedal. "I mean your hot."

"So you think I'm hot?" He asked.

"N-No." I stammered again. "It's not that-"

"Wait. So now you're saying I'm not hot?"

Shit.

"Ric, I thought you loved me, man." He said.

"Nooo!" I yelled, before face palming and rubbing my face.

"So you're saying-"

"No, I love you!" I shouted, "It's just-" His eyes widened and I screamed into my blanket. "Fuck you!"