the girl named winter

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TW: rape 

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s i x t e e n
d a y s
b e f o r e

"I think the forget about Rey plan is working."

Blue replies, his voice on speaker. "Yeah?"

"Yeah really." I smile, putting my paintbrush down. "I still miss him, but don't want him to be with me right now. I still think about him, but only because I have nothing else to think about."

He grunts.

I sigh, closing my eyes. "I still care about him, but I don't love him the way I used to."

"Winter?"

His soft tone surprises me. "Yeah?"

"Get dressed and meet me at the bar."

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"My mother will kill me."

Even though his back was facing me, I'm sure he was rolling his eyes. "Your mother won't know." He faces me. "Unless, of course, you wrote a letter saying that you sneaked out with a stranger at this time."

I raise an eyebrow. "What makes you think I did that?"

He carefully places his guitar inside its black case. "Maybe the fact that you're a saint?"

"Fuck you."

"Saints curse too," he teases, grinning.

"The fuck they don't."

It's foolish of me to go outside the house at 10:00 PM to go here and wait for Blue as he finish all his songs.

It's currently 11:32, the phone on my clock said, and I still don't have any intentions on going home.

I see Blue's callused fingers. "Doesn't those hurt?" I point.

"These don't hurt, but it hurts that I said I was a stranger to you and you didn't even deny it."

My eyebrows furrow. I stand up from the beat box I'm sitting on. "You know that's not true. Why would I see you as a stranger?"

"I don't know." He runs a hand through his hair. "I still don't know many things about you."

I gulp. "Same here."

He stares at me.

I stare back at him.

He takes a deep breath.

I chew on my bottom lip.

There's something in his gray eyes that make me feel so alive.

I give him a questioning look.

He continues to gaze at me impassively. "I don't want you to know my past," Blue slowly tells me, emphasizing on each word.

"I never asked."

"Why?"

"Because." I clear my throat. "It doesn't matter."