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( FAYE )
although this bed is cozy, i couldn't manage to get a wink of sleep last night. my mind refused to leave me alone, relentlessly bombarding me with thoughts of sadie. i wasn't anywhere close to receiving my much needed break from her.
part of me wishes she would just leave and go home, perhaps due to an urgent matter, someone dying- something that might make her understand the emotions she had left me grappling with, leaving her with what she had left me.
the two conflicting emotions i'm dealing with, one wishes to rekindle our connection, while the other bears a strong urge to throw her under a moving train. i went insane last night and gave them names. meep and merp.
i chose not to bring my diary along for this trip, perhaps influenced by finns promise of fun and a belief that I wouldn't need to vent. that was until she magically showed up into my life again.
i stride over to the shared bathroom, which i share with ofcourse, none other than sadie. i wonder if noah had planned this.
the girl avoids my gaze as i grab my toothbrush. she seems to be finished brushing as soon as my presence enters the room. she exists prior to washing up, leaving me in the silence of the restroom.
"morning, faye!" noah calls out, receiving a cold stare in response.
"is she still mad at me?" he frowns towards millie. "she seemed fine last night at dinner"
"actually, i decided that dinner was a weird dream we all dreamt" finn states. "otherwise, it just makes no sense"
i take a seat on the largest couch, next to caleb. he wraps an arm around me as i lean into the touch. my gaze drifts towards the kitchen, locking eyes with the redhead once again. however, this time, neither of us look away.
the longer we stare at one another, the bigger the grin slowly making it's way onto her lips becomes. once i realise i had kept my eyes on her lips for a little too long, to the point where it can be misread, i return to her eyes.
even from afar, it's noticeable how pretty she is. her crimson coloured hair, the freckles that trailed her fairly pale complexion, the ever so light dimples that formed on the surface of her left cheek whenever she smiled.
its as if anytime she walks into a room, everyone will cease what they're doing, just to stare at her. the stares are not of a negative nature, not the kind I've received throughout my entire life. they're the kind i've always yearned to receive. the kind where people love you, look up to you, they spite you not because you're a burden to them, but because of the envy they hold towards you.
