(Silently Drowning Series - Book Two)
Maybe that's it. We eventually go numb; because you can't break a heart that's already broken.
Maxwell Augustus; A boy who has seen nothing but hatred, yet somehow he's filled with so much love. Covered in scar...
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Maxwell Augustus
"Rome, I have to go. I'm going to pick up Lisa here in a bit anyway, I just have to go in, straighten a few things up, grab my car keys, and then I'm out. Everything is fine." I attempt to reassure.
He seems to be quite literally lost in my eyes for a solid thirty seconds before resting his lips upon mine. This kiss felt different.
It was still the gentleness I'm used to with Romeo Ferrari but a new emotion laced the air, one that I'm not familiar with, almost like he's trying to tell me something without using his words, I just don't know what that something is.
Finally realizing he wasn't going to stop me from going in he spoke again, "fine. I can't force you to do anything, just promise to call me if you need me, I'll be over in a heartbeat."
"Of course." I reply, careful with my wording, I don't make promises. Promises lead to unnecessary heartbreak. "Tu es mon pour toujours, quoi qu'ii arrive. Que je peux promettre." I add slowly and breathlessly. [You are my forever, no matter what. That I can promise.]
"What does that mean?"
"Maybe you'll find out one day." I whisper while softly pressing my lips to his one last time, trying to savor him for just a moment longer, "I'll see you around, Romeo Ferrari."
"I'll see you around, Maxwell Augustus."
"Romie... You have to let go of my arm."
"Right... Goodbye Augustus."
I lowly chuckle, "Goodbye Ferrari... to be continued?"
"To be continued." He mumbled as he finally let go, watching me walk off.
I didn't have it in me to turn around, if I turned around I wouldn't have it in me to enter the house.
I should have turned around.
"Quite the show you put on out there." My supposed uncle says as I shut the front door, his tone is dark, and my blood instantly ran cold.
My dad partakes in using me as a human punching bag, but he still limits himself.
Both he and Shane have limits.
Noah is so much worse.
If I were to die tomorrow Christopher and Shane wouldn't even notice.
If I were to die tomorrow Noah would go on a murder spree just because he can't use me as a punching bag anymore.
