Brett's POV
She saw me.
But that's okay.
I couldn't give a care
In this whole stinking universe.
He keeps yelling.
Yelling.
And yelling.
And yelling.
He never stops.
I hear his feet coming after me, and I look up into her eyes. They're about as pained as mine. There's no sign of weakness in her, and I wonder where it came from. Because he tears mine right out of me.
I smile at her
As the tears slip onto my sleeve.
They shatter as they hit the window sill-- right on my favorite picture.
I close the curtain
Right before everything fades.
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RandomHave you ever considered what it would be like to be a shadow? Someone who is hidden only because they don't want to be seen? Or they do things no one wants to hear? Like play drums or sing like a rock star? Well, Brett has. Mia? Not so much. But he...
