His soft hum, and chuckle he lets out against my ear lobe has me shivering. "You can keep telling yourself that once we leave this school, graduate, you'll go back to forgetting me, and how you felt while you were with me Alex." Morgan whispers in m...
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Song :When the Sun Hits | Slowdrive 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍 • 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒 ••••••••••••••••
I was a fucked up individual.
My self awareness was blatant when the mentions of my character came up in the odd conversation, or arguments more commonly.
Did I care? Not at all. In fact, my internal turmoil was swamped with trying to find why I didn't.
And being the person I am also came with labels. Hotheaded, impulsive, maybe even sociopathic.
But what really pissed me off, was that came with the other comments like being emotional, and my personal least favourite, indecisive.
I've established my flaws and lack of human decency, and qualities, but something about being titled as indecisive, fucked with my mind.
I was fine with pained, torn- even.
When I was making a decision I didn't bother to take the time to consider each and every outcome, which ends up in the word impulsiveness comes in.
And even if it was just my pathetic attempt at defending my fucked up cycle of thinking, I still didn't necessarily find that I was Ill minded when it came to decision making.
There was a small nagging in the back of my mind that always popped, constantly reminding me that if something were to go wrong, or that if my actions would affect me in a negative light, it's going to take place no matter what route taken.
After all, who was I to judge fate?
The smell of tobacco sticks to my skin like a mask, and I watch the remains of the cigarette ash fall from the multiple feet in the air, as I stand over the railing over my balcony.
The sun just barely peeks from the buildings afar, the humid June air grazing my forearms that rest on the railing.
"Diego's here."
The awaited lack of fulfillment finally sits in, my chest having a pit in the middle, as the realization that I'd blown out my last breath of smoke from my mouth.
A craving only curbed by the intoxicating feeling of chemicals and smoke being poured throughout my lungs.
I never knew I could need something so loathsome.
The muscles in my jaw tighten as I turn my head, registering the sound of footsteps making their way onto the balcony's grounds. "Did I let him in?" The steps come to a halt.
It's silent for a moment, before, "No.." Dumb fuck of a kid.
I hum. "Correct." Regaining my proper posture, I lean off of the railing to turn to the annoyance of a man. "So why's he in my house?"
