The days turned into a blur as I navigated the aftermath of the game. The adrenaline that once coursed through my veins had evaporated, replaced by a suffocating fog of doubt and loneliness. Each time I stepped onto the soccer field, I felt the weight of Marie's absence. Our laughter, once an echo that filled the air, was now suffocated by silence, a thick, choking haze that wrapped around everything.Marie's avoidance was like a kick to the gut, a reminder of the rift that had formed between us. I'd hoped it was just a phase—maybe she needed time to process what had happened. But as days morphed into weeks, that hope withered, leaving behind an emptiness that gnawed at my heart like a hungry beast. Each day stretched longer than the last, every moment a reminder of what I'd lost.
In the hallways of the school, I'd catch glimpses of Marie, her laughter ringing out with her friends, her smile bright and carefree. She moved through the crowd with an effortless grace that always fascinated me. But whenever our gazes met, hers would dart away, like a deer fleeing from a hunter. Each fleeting moment felt like a punch to the gut, a reminder of how quickly everything could unravel. It was as if the fabric of our relationship had disintegrated overnight, and I was left to pick up the pieces alone.
My days blurred together, vibrant energy replaced by a dull ache in my chest. Soccer practices became mechanical; my body moved through drills, but my mind was a chaotic mess of thoughts about Marie. I couldn't focus on Brooke's strategies; all I could think about was how Marie would have cheered me on, how she would have laughed at our teammates' antics, and how her eyes sparkled brighter with each goal I scored.
At home, silence reigned supreme. I wandered aimlessly through the house, the familiar walls closing in like a prison. Each night, I lay awake, the echoes of my father's harsh words replaying in my mind, his dismissive tone slicing through my self-worth. The warmth of home felt distant, as if I had stepped into a cold world where love had become an alien concept. Those feelings of rejection clawed at me, dragging me back to the dark days I thought I had escaped.
"Why can't I just fix this?" I whispered to myself, sitting on the edge of my bed, my head in my hands. I felt like a failure, like I'd lost the one person who made me feel seen, the one who pulled me from the depths of my insecurities. The thought of being alone again loomed over me like a storm cloud, casting a shadow over everything.
One particularly hellish day, I found myself wandering the empty halls after school, my heart heavy with uncertainty. I turned a corner and nearly crashed into Aaliyah, who was leaning against the lockers, her usual carefree vibe a stark contrast to my gloom.
"Dylan! Hey! What's up?" she greeted, her voice bright but edged with something unspoken.
I forced a smile, unsure how to respond. "Just... heading home," I mumbled, trying to brush past her. My heart raced, not wanting to get caught in a conversation that might lead to more complications.
"Oh, come on. You're not still upset about the kiss, are you?" Aaliyah asked, her tone shifting from playful to genuine concern.
The comment hit me harder than I expected. "It wasn't a big deal," I replied, attempting to sound nonchalant, but the words felt like a lie, even to me.
Aaliyah stepped closer, her expression earnest. "Listen, I didn't mean for it to happen like that. It was a mistake, and I'm really sorry if it messed things up between you and Marie. I never wanted to come between you two."
The sincerity in her voice caught me off guard. I hadn't expected an apology. "It's... complicated, Aaliyah," I admitted, frustration bubbling just below the surface.
"I know, and I'm sorry. I should've been more considerate. I really liked hanging out with you, and I didn't want to create drama." Her remorse was disarming, but I still felt a mix of anger and confusion.
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The Girl Who Was Supposed to Die (GirlXGirl)
Roman pour Adolescents--- In the dead of night, Dylan stands on the edge of a bridge, her mind heavy with the pain she's carried for years. The world around her feels as distant and cold as the dark waters below-a mirror to the weight of her broken family and lingering s...