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SHE TRACED THE words again

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SHE TRACED THE words again. Just one more time, she'd promised herself. One more time and she'd never look at it again. But yet, she knew in her heart that it'd be the same tomorrow night. And the night after that. And again and again for all the weeks, months and years to come. Just like she'd done every night before bed for the last year.

An entire year.

Her fingers brushed over the phone screen and she hadn't even known she'd been crying until she watched a tear splat onto the keyboard.

'off to ohio
see you bitches later"

Like, seriously, what the hell? That was it? Every time she read the message, every night before bed, she felt the fury rise up her chest, the sickness catch on her throat.

Kiara Carrera just couldn't believe it. She couldn't. This was not how it was supposed to end. All the sleepovers, all the movie nights, all the words she wished she'd said — all for this? Was this truly what she deserved? A message in a group chat?

For months after the text was sent, she'd tried helplessly hitting the call button. Again and again, until her finger was sore. But every time she released it, the same words came through. No ring, just an AI voice: 'we are sorry, but the number you have called does not exist.' And none of the messages ever went through.

It was like the phone was mocking her. Of course it existed! It was right there. Right there on her screen. It was real. She knew it was real. Why wasn't it real?

Ever since she left, Kiara felt this hole in her stomach. It was like a part of her was missing. A huge part that made her sick every time she felt it. That made her have to force her food down, even though it would only slide past the hole.

Day and night, she sit there pondering. If there was no distractions around her, her mind instantly fell into that hole. Into that place. Onto her.

Kiara wondered how things would've gone if she'd just had the guts to do what she'd wanted all that time. From the very first day that she'd met her. If she'd just done exactly what her heart had wanted her to, would things have turned out differently? Would she have stayed? Or would it have ended in even more heartbreak?

Kie cursed herself for questioning these things. There was no 'what if' in all of this. She was gone. She'd already left. And Kiara couldn't alter the past just to test out her hopeless theories.

Why didn't she just say goodbye? Kiara hated her for not saying goodbye. Maybe if she'd just been given the closure she deserved, she wouldn't still be wide awake at four in the morning, angry tears rolling down her face, every single night for an entire year.

An entire year wasted on something that wasn't even real.

Because nothing had ever happened between them.

They were nothing.

It was all a fantasy made up in Kiara's stupid, little mind.

But that fantasy was taken from her, without anything but a text message, and Kie didn't know how to live without it. How to live without her.

Why didn't she ever kiss her? Things could've been so so different. At least then she wouldn't hate herself for missing her this much.

Why didn't she say goodbye?

Why hasn't she come home yet?




































AUTHOR'S NOTE
just a short prologue to introduce the story. i hope you enjoyed it !!
love, tay </3

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