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Billie's pov

I was sat crying in my brothers garden. My hands shaking with anger. I felt blinded with anger. My chest was heaving. How could I ever ask her to forgive me. How could she pardon my actions. I sat there thinking of how the fuck to apologize. My hands playing with each other. Anxiously moving my rings around.

"Billie". And now I'm imagining her voice. I'm literally going crazy. But it was too clear for me to imagine it. So I turned around. And there she stood right in front of me. Her eyes shining and her skin clear. She looks good.

I was scared to walk any closer in fear that if I did she might disappear. I looked at every part of her. Her hands. Her lips. Her hair which was shorter in person. And it looked pretty. We didn't speak for a few seconds but for all those seconds I was admiring every inch of her. She was angelic. Then she looked right into my eyes. And it broke me. It woke me up from this dream.

And I said the first and only thing that popped to my head when I laid eyes on her. "I missed you". She didn't say anything else she seemed glued to the floor. Like she was in shock. I can't get over her dimples especially now when her face is almost a frown.

"I wanted to reach out but I didn't know if you even wanted to see me. I wanted to explain everything. I wanted to run away from everything with you". My voice sounded desperate and needy but I couldn't care less how it sounded. I needed to get my point across. I am completely over this stupid decision. Over and done with it. Having her right in front of me looking so sad and pretty. All my worries and anxiousness went away.

It filled me with want and confidence to do something for myself for once. To face my fears about what everyone else fucking thinks. She still hasn't moved but now I was crying because she wasn't speaking. My tears ran down my cheeks. I wanted to hold her. Have her hold me and the world would disappear beneath our feet. It would all be right again.

When she took the first step towards me I almost flinched due to the unexpectedness. Then I stood still. I'd let her do just about anything to me right now. My body and mind knew she would never hurt me i recognized her soul as pure and real. As something that only wanted to protect me and love me. And I might have destroyed that.

She didn't do much she just stared at me but it was this stare like I was some beautiful thing. Like I was a painting at a museum. "I don't know what to say", I blurted out loud. And then the look in her eyes changed. Into a painful and sorrowful one. My heart was just about beating out of my chest. I could feel it in my blood.

And then all my blood rushed to my brain as she leaned closer. Her hand reached for my face and I only leaned in closer. Her fingers moved a strand of my hair from my face. Her hand stood still on my face as she gave me this mixed look. Adoration and hate. "I'm not doing this". She spoke and god did I miss her voice. She could say she hated me right now and I would have still missed her voice.

My nose twitched as her words. I sighed. "Y/n please just talk to me for a second look I know I've fucked up-

"You've done more than fucked up. You've started all this shit and it's felt like a damn near war with myself. One that I've won by being here. I can cope with more than that. I can't do this and I won't". Without even letting me breathe or speak. She ran towards the back entrance. I felt stuck and then my feet moved on their own. Chasing after her.

I yelled out her names a couple times. Begging her to slow down. She walked past her car and kept running up the hill.

Fucking cardio.

I must have been at least 300 feet away from her because of her stupid long legs that were letting her run away from me. I stopped for a second to catch my breath. And she was gone. She's most likely going to her apartments. So I took that way.

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