Two broken souls in the midst of a crazy world. Two souls running away from their past. There was no light at the end of the tunnel. The tunnel was cracking, slowly closing in.
When these two connect, as if they were set on the same path, light cre...
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there's nothing quite like the soft breeze tickling against my bare skin. Life has taken me on such a painful whirlwind, I feel truly lucky to sit on my favorite bench and just, breathe.
I think I instilled forever shock into my therapist's face when I gave her a rundown from my car of the short weekend getaway. I tried to explain to her that I'm simply unlucky, but she says unfortunate events don't make a person simply, "unlucky."
She was right on one thing, I needed air. The second I was seated on the shady bench on campus, my lungs expanded to their greatest extent. I was suffocating trying to sleep in my once so comfortable dorm room in fear Val would show up and ambush me at any moment.
I don't think she's a bad friend in all honesty. I believe she trusted Sebastian and needed someone to vent to. It's not easy dealing with me, I know that for a fact. I deal with me every day. It's not an easy task.
Maybe I'm making excuses, maybe this was a truly fucked up thing to do, but girls, or at least us, we share everything with each other. I'm not surprised she shares our secrets with other people. My anger never rose to its full extent. I'm just downright sad.
I'm not sure what's going on in their relationship, or why she hasn't told me, but I know it's not good. No one has an outrage like that without reason. Something happened or was taken too far and tipped him over the breaking point. I feel bad for him too, I hope his nose is okay.
This isn't like me, I'm meant to be full of rage in this moment, but I'm not. Maybe this is what healing feels like. Maybe therapy is working. I know it is, but sometimes it doesn't feel like it. It must be normal to have doubts, I just don't like them.
My fingers flick the cigarette between each other, I've played with it for what feels like forever, questioning whether or not I need it. I want it, that's for sure. Fuck it, of all things I'm learning to deal with, this will be the last one.
My lungs desperately needed air, and now I sit here flicking the lighter to the end, filling them with harmful smoke. I'm a serious hypocrite. One thing at a time, that's what matters. The first inhale is always the sweetest, my muscles relax into the bench behind me as I pull my hand away, dwelling in the peace that fills my body.
"What are you doing out here?" Hm, I love his voice, it only adds to the calm air around me. "How'd you find me?" I squint up at him, the sun capturing his features in every perfect way. "Your location." Wait a minute. "Since when did we share our locations?" A small smile dances on his full lips. "Since you fell asleep while watching your show. Your phone was unlocked." He shrugs it off like it's nothing.
I slide through my phone in a frenzy, lo and behold, I'm sharing mine, and he's sharing his. "How did I miss this? I never agreed to this." His laugh fills my ears as he takes a seat beside me. "You have a tendency to run off. I had to make sure I could find you without scouring the earth. Don't get me wrong though, sweetheart. I'd fucking do it if you turned it off." I don't doubt him for a second, that's for sure.
