Difficult Decisions

I'm A Wreck

Georgia's POV

"So are you and Mark like a... A thing?" Felix asks me. Um... "Uh... I dunno... I-I don't think so..." His blue eyes light up. That's weird. "Good... I-I-I mean um... Oh... Ok... C-cool..." He stutters out. Alex's recording room door bursts open, loudly might I add. In shock, I turn around quickly and loose balance. I begin to fall off the couch. Frantically grabbing for anything to prevent the disaster, my hand finds Felix's. Great. I pull him down with me. I land with a thud on the floor. "Ouch." I laugh along with Felix, who just happened to fall right on top of me. Yay. That was sarcastic by the way. His blue eyes shine as they stare into my own. He leans closer. Oh no. Closer. Don't. Closer. I won't be able to resist. Closer. That's it. His nose just touches mine, and a loud bang comes from the recording room. Our heads turn sharply in the direction of the sound. Alex storms out of the room, followed by Mark yelling; "What the actual fuck?! What did you do?!" Waiting for no reply, he walks out straight after Alex. What the hell happen- Mark stops dead in his tracks. He eyes meet mine, with what seems to be infinite amounts of sadness in his eyes. I look at him apologetically. This sadness soon turns to rage when he looks up at Felix. Felix gets up and starts to approach Mark calmly. "Look... Mark... I-I-I'm sorry. She fell of the lounge and accidentally pulled me down with her. It was accidental. Nothing happen-" Felix is cut off by Mark sighing. "Stop. I shouldn't be mad. The decision still hasn't been made yet." And with that, he walks away.

Felix's POV

The decision? What decision is he talking about. "Wait, Mark." I hold his shoulder and turn him around. He stares at me expectedly. "What... Decision?" Mark looks at me like I just said the stupidest thin ever. "She hasn't chosen yet. She's still analysing. She can't read her feelings at the moment." I close my eyes and slightly shake my head. "Wait, huh?" What is he talking about. "She can't choose between me, Matt or you, you dumb ass." He half laughs, trying to put on a smile. Oh.

Alex's POV

I look in the bathroom mirror at myself. "Well, shit. That's a lot of blood." I sigh to myself. The bathroom door opens. "Alex?" A soft voice echoes trough the bathroom. "What Cry? I don't have time for this." He sort of, sulks in. If that makes sense. "I'm sorry. I can't tell when... He... Is gonna appear. I would warn you but... I can't. It hurts me more and more knowing that I can't protect you properly... Because... I'm the danger. I don't wanna hurt you... It's like torture having to hold him back. I thought it was all worth it. I though maybe... We could... Work... You know?" He smiles faintly and chuckles at himself. "But... You don't even like me back. Even if you did, I could never compete with Sean. I'm a wreck. A dangerous, useless, sad little wreck that has a sad little mask with sad little dreams. I don't want you to see me like this. When I'm him OR like this. Or ever. I don't want to put you in danger. The pain of being away from you is outweighed by the knowledge that you're safe. Safe from harm. Safe from... Me." Tears well in both of our eyes. No. Don't say it. Please. "I have to leave."

Georgia's POV

The bathroom door bursts open with a bang and Cry runs toward the front door in a frantic panic. Tears stream down his maskless face, from his red puffy eyes, leaving a trail behind each and every tear. As he reaches the door, Alex runs out after him. "CRY DON'T!" He looks back at her. "I'm sorry! I can't stay!" He chokes out regretfully. The door finally opens and he rushed out the door into no where. Literally no where. He has no place else to go. What is happening?! This is crazy! "CRY! PLEASE!" She stands in the door way, with what seems like endless amounts of tears streaming down her cheeks. It's raining. How ironic. She walks out into the rain cautiously. Her hair clung to her face and her clothes stuck to her. She holds Cry's mask loosely in her hands. It slowly falls out of her hands and reaches the concrete with a thud. "B-but C-cry... You forgot your m-mask."