11:11 \\ mgc [completed]

06:00

[you pull me back and i surrender, to the memories i run from" - these streets, bastille]

"What did he tell you?" You asked, your eyes piercing into mine.

"Nothing," I said, locking my almost dead phone and shoving it into my pockets.

"Don't lie to me," you said, your hands limply falling from their locks and resting themselves on the coarse floor. You stretched your legs in front of you and rested your back against the wall. I hoped the wall wasn't too hard.

"That's rich, coming from you. And I'm not."

"You are."

"It's nice to see how much you trust me," I said, clenching and unclenching my jaw. I sounded like a bitch, but I couldn't contain my anger, "it's refreshing."

I wasn't angry at you, never. I was angry at myself because I couldn't bring myself to get up and walk out, to stop you from hurting me

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. I told you to stop dyeing it, and you told me that you wouldn't, because someway or the other, I would see you bald.

"Please."

"He said you are in there because of me. As if I didn't already know."

"I'm not in here because of you," you said, shuffling closer to the door, "I'm here because of what I did."

"Okay," I said, because arguing wasn't an option. Not when you were angry at me.

"Seriously!" You pressed, your hands curling around the bars, "Stop beating yourself over it."

"Stop trying to protect me!" I shouted, my voice finally finding itself. The officer looked over and I glared at him. I think he got the signal, for he went back to his work.

"I am not protecting you," you whispered, your clench on the bar tightening, "because I killed him."

"You didn't, I was driving the goddamn-"

"I knew he was there, alright? I saw him. But I knew what he was doing. He was trying to commit. I knew what he was going through, and trust me, it was disgusting. So I let you run him over and-"

"I-" I started, before you cut me off.

"All this time, you've been protecting me. I let you live with the guilt, I saw you die a little everyday when it wasn't even close to your fault. And that kills me, alright? It kills me that you think you took a life when you didn't!"

My fingers curled into my palm, my eyes welling up once again. You said I died everyday, yet you didn't understand that you were killing me more than I ever did myself.

"I can't be with you- you deserve so much more than a murderer."

And then you cried, and I broke down again.

i legit wrote this on the plane and almost cried but then i realised that airplane wifi costs a bomb and im poor