Vaughn POV
The question repeated in my head the whole way back to my hotel room;
Why couldn't life just go the way I wanted it to?
The was never a point in life where life ever went the way I wanted it to. First my mothers lack of care, then my friends ditched me, then Nick and his jock-filled crew show up. There was nothing good that came out of this town and yet here I am, sitting in a hotel room, crying, in the very town I swore to never return to over the two people I swore to never see again.
The two people who used to be my best friends. The one's who used to encourage my dreams. The one's who said they would never leave. The one's who called us the Trio of Love.
Where had it all gone wrong?
Thoughts rushed back and forth between my head.
Did I do something to push them away?
Was I too clingy?
Did I get too annoying?
Did I seek comfort in them too much?
Was I too boring?
The thoughts plagued my head after year's of escaping them. They spun around faster and faster, thoughts bouncing off one another as my throat grew tight and my airways thinned.
It was hard to breathe.
I wouldn't breathe.
'I can't breathe' was the last thought that flew through my head before the world switched to black.
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Desolate Love
RomantikThey had always been together through everything. The Trio of Love was their name. Yet, maybe the love wasn't as deep as it seemed when the trio soon became a duo. Can they bring themselves back together years later or will they remain separated in...
