The Wires Case [ h.s ]

Chapter 46

And if you have a minute, why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So, why don't we go somewhere only we know?

this could be the end of everything? huh
what will that mean?
:))))

Brooke Wires

I've been called selfish since I can remember. And it's a funny thing, because since the beginning of my life caring about myself was the last thing I did.

Truthfully, I couldn't care less about myself. For me if I die. Life's that pointless to me.

But, for some reason, and as time passed, I guess I've become a selfish person.

It's not because I'm arrogant, but because life has hit me so many times that it got to a point where I needed to hit back. And that meant fighting for myself, no others.

Obviously, and whenever someone starts thinking of them, their happiness, hopes, goals in life, things that hurt them, that are not good for them and they walk around displaying what things they will accept and what will not, everyone is against you.

Everyone calls you selfish. Arrogant.

But, isn't that life? At the end of the day, who do you truly have other than yourself? Most of the time, no one.

Most of the time, you don't even have yourself.

The problem with all of this is that mostly always, when we think about ourselves, we hurt others.

We bound them. We kill them. We end them.

When someone finally decides it's time to stop letting life take you piece by piece, what you're doing it's taking pieces of others.

Of those friends you trusted. Of those family members who are never there for you.

And of those who you might be falling in love with.

I will admit it, I am a selfish person. I think first on what I want rather than what others will want. I think of my mental health first rather than others mental health.

I think about my death first, rather than others' death.

And as much as the term selfish has reached my ears and disappeared from my memory whenever I felt like what I was doing was wrong, today I have it at the front of my mind.

Because today, I'm going to be the most selfish I'll ever be.

Standing outside his door, it's been two days since our fight, and we haven't talked yet. I don't even know if I'm ready.

Even so, I ring his doorbell. And I wait.

I take a deep breath as the door opens, and he stands on the other side.

He's so beautiful. Soft brown curls hanging above his broad shoulders. Green piercing eyes, dark as the forest that are so pretty to look at, to get lost in. Perfect diamond shaped lips that hide the most beautiful and heartwarming smile I've ever received, and that make dimples crave in his cheeks like he's a happy child on christmas morning.

He's so effortlessly flawless, so handsome and enchanting from the outside and the inside. I wish there were more people like Harry.

I wish I'd met him before. I wish I didn't have to hurt him as much as I did, and I will do.

"Hey," He says casually, looking me up and down.

I'm wearing a long sleeved dark blue dress that cuts above my knees, something I don't usually wear on a regular week, but that it's mandatory when I'm out with my father.