EIGHTEEN
You sat alone. A part of you wished someone else was there and sat by your side. Anyone. But no one was there. That may have been because of the fact that you were dreaming of a beach in mid December. It still hadn't snowed, in your dreams and in real life.
The waves were loud and you were so cold. But some how, over all the loud crashing of the waves, you heard someone walking over. A sun lounger is placed down next to the one you sat in.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Cellbit asked, sitting down and turning his head to you. "You seem upset," He pointed out. You looked away from him and stared into the water.
"Relationships," You bluntly replied. He nodded and followed your gaze. "Everyone thinks I should dump Luis"
"Well," Cellbo crossed his arms. "What do you think?" He turned his head back to you. You shivered from the cold air. Had anyone really not asked what you thought? If they did, you couldn't remember.
"I think.." You thought for a moment. A smile grew on your face. "I think I want to break up with him," You replied. Cellbit smiled back at you.
"Then I think you should"
Before you could say anything, the dream was molded into a nightmare. You were on the floor of your kitchen, shaking and crying. Luis wasn't there, so why were you so afraid? There's footsteps, you hide in your own arms. You hear Luis shouting but you don't understand him, all of his words are blurred together. Insult after insult.
A hand is placed on your head. You flinched back, escaping from your own hug and scooting away from whoever it was.
Alex was crouched down, one of his knees pressed against the tile flooring. One foot flat against the floor and the other bent and balancing him. His right hand was on his right leg while his left was raised up in the air slightly. It was his hand that was on your head.
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