"You can let it go
You can throw a party full of everyone you know
And not invite your family, 'cause they never showed you love
You don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up"
When 20 year old Matilda moved down to London after growing up qu...
Maybe the environment was too happy for the death of a friend, partner, son or work partner. The streets cleared making it more spooked than normal as the only thing that could be heard was the distraught screams of a death. Maybe he deserved it, maybe not.
As the blonde staggered along the pavement towards the place that's she only knew would help. Her crys could be described as murder others would describe it as torture. That whatever the situation is, it was painful that parts of her are dying along with the body that is left lifeless with no other than a bullet to the victim's head.
Wandering lostly through streets as she hopefully lets her feet guide herself to get the help she needs as no one is around to help. Broken pieces follow her around as she leaves them behind. The pieces that he had built up in her come crumbling down without the thought of torturing her more.
"Stop stop stop" The voice sounds small and timid not even her own but nothing could matter within the sight of blood puddled from the body that she was making love to the night before.
"Flo, what are you doing here?" The voice sounded like a distant whisper making it difficult for her to know the difference between reality and her torturous mindset that won't let her escape.
"No no no" The words leave her mouth without a thought as she disconnects further away from reality. She's traumatised but yet can't get out of the state of shock.
Maybe this cycle will end and she'll go with the body with the help of the same figure.
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Harry
I stand in the doorway as Matilda steps into panic mode and comforting a distraught Florence who has landed on the doorway of our place. I never expected the wake up call but standing her seeing the state she's in only confirms the one thought I have.
He's done it.
I'm stood in shock not knowing how to handle these emotional things so as I step towards going back to bed I hear the gip making me run to get a bucket so she doesn't throw up over the floor.
"Hey it's okay, you're okay" Matilda sits there whipping her hair from her face.
"He's gone Matilda" I see Matilda's body go tense knowing who she could be on about. "I was right there, one minute he was standing and getting into the bed with me then blink and he's on the floor as my ears ring from the sound."
Jesus Nathan you could have done it discreetly.
"Hey it's okay, you're okay" My girl comforts her as I go make a glass of water. Taking a while knowing that me being there won't be any help I come back to see Florence head lent in my girls lap slowly dripping into a deep slumber.
"Is she gonna be okay?" Matilda looks at me for an answer that I don't know.
"I don't think she will be okay but with the love around her she will be okay" I place the glass down before coming up to her and placing a kiss on her temple making her lean into my touch. I sit at the other side of the couch as we both stare into a place in the room not sure of what to say to each other but I guess nothing is best than false hopes.
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SOOO we are coming near to the end and I've loved every single minute of it. Thank youuu!!
