𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ~ | 𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 (2)

008 || Plastic Peaches

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People keep telling me I need to move on.

They say that I should at least try to keep living my life. I hate them for it. They could never understand what I lost. I lost a piece of me. How could I just move on?

Max was not one of these people. He never told me any of these things or even hinted at them. He just wanted to be there for me. And I adored him for it. Sometimes he would come home and find me just staring out the window, lost. He wouldn't say a single word he would just wrap me up in a tight hug and whisper sweet things in my ear until I let myself relax.

It's only been two weeks, three days, seven hours and 26 minutes since he said goodbye. 

But who's counting right?

The initial pain was finally begnining to fade, but my heart was nowhere near mending itself. It felt like a breakup. Looking over our old pictures while eating icecream or crying in the shower.

I missed him more than words could say.

"So? What do you think?"

Layla's exited voice made me look up. I realised that i had been swirling the remains of my coffee and staring into space for the past ten minutes and hadn't taken in a single word of what she said. I pursed my lips trying to remember what we had been tlaking about.

Carlos... Max... italy... Something, something....

"A-about what?" I gave up with a sigh. She rolled her eyes at me in a fond sort of way.

"All of us. Italy. Couples vacation." She explained quickly. I nodded my head, remembering. "What do you think?" She asked again hopefully. I pursed my lips a little. I wanted to tell her that I didn't have then energy to travel right now but she just looked so exited...

"It sounds great!" I smiled at last and her eyes lit up. "I'll have to check with Max of course. He's been so busy latley I'm not sure-" I began.

"Check what with me?"

Dammit, I summoned him.

Max had suddenly apeared next to our table. He was smiling. I had to just take a couple seconds to just admire him. His sky blue eyes were sparkling and he had this energy about him that made me just want to kiss him.

"Hey, Shat." He pulled up a chair and placed a soft kiss on my cheek. I smiled at him.

"Hi." I smiled. It was strange... I don't know how to describe it. As soon as I saw him it was like a small remiender that everything was going to be okay.

"Good morning, Amor." Carlos appeared out of thin air to take the last seat. Layla seemed to light up at the sight of him. I smiled.

"We were just talking about you." Layla took Carlos's hand and gave it a small squeeze. He raised an eyebrow.

"Not bad stuff I hope," He glanced at me. I smirked.

"Don't worry you secrets are safe with me." I pretended to lock my lips and toss away the key. He blinked skeptically.

"Oh, shut up. You are the worst secret keeper." He rolled his eyes. Both Layla and Max were looking very confused. Layla turned to Carlos.

"What? You have secrets?" She asked with a frown.

"See? She didn't know! That means that I'm amazing at keeping secrets!" I said with an exagerated gesture. Carlos shot me a glare. "I'm actually very insulted that you would question my integrity like this." I crossed my arms.