𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 (𝟏)

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟓𝟎 | 𝐖/ 𝐀𝐍

The air in the bathroom was hot and damp. And Suffocating. Almost as suffocating as the claws digging around in my gut, pinching and poking anything they come across. Guilt. It was impending and happened to appear every time I thought of Isadora.

And I thought about her every waking second. She took up ninety percent of my brain and consumed my every thought and decision. She was the only stable thing in my fucked up head. The light to the darkness of my mind.

And I didn't deserve her. The guilt itching in my stomach was the ravenous reminder.

It made me wonder: If she knew every single secret forced onto my tongue, every lie embedded in my skin, would she still love me? Could she?

I wouldn't.

Isadora Flores possessed every string to my heart and could control me like I was a puppet and she was my puppeteer. She owned every part of me. And the worst part was, I wouldn't be able to stop her if I tried.

I unconsciously memorized every thing about her. I didn't even realize I was doing it until I recognized her laugh in a room full of people. I could recognize it so fast you'd think she was right beside me. Isadora was a dangerous game when it came to my heart.

I don't even like people.

But her? I like her. I like her so much I can't even function without her, Just the thought of not having her could make my lungs collapse. I craved her presence, craved being right next to her at all times.

I thought I hated physical touch. Apparently not, since I can't help but be fucking touching her all the time. I was like a magnet when I was with her: I fucking glued myself to her side and it was pathetic.

Because everything is so different with her. So much more real and different and intimate. I want to savor everything about Isadora, the way she smells, the way she feels, the way she sounds, everything.

I was so clueless and out of control with Isadora. The knowledge made my insides twist with an uneasy feeling, because I didn't know anything when it came to her. I didn't know what I was feeling, didn't understand it.

Because I had never experienced it.

Exhaling a tight breath, I reached up to fiddle the hoop hanging on my ear to distract me from my overbearing thoughts and the claws digging in my gut, whilst I moved towards the exit of the humid bathroom.

Flicking the light off on my way out, I stopped just at the entrance of the bathroom when my eyes landed on a familiar girl, my girl. She wasn't looking at me, not yet at least: And she was on my bed, laying on her stomach, feet kicking as she smiled at one of my bestfriends.

Kai laid beside her. Mimicking her position, kicking his feet and shit too. And a bubbly feeling that felt all too familiar to jealousy and annoyance mixed and rose to my throat which cleared itself on it's own.