"I like you. Alot."
I type, trembling and blushing. I wait for your text. I finnally see the words, "typing" on my screen. Here it comes!
"How do I put this.... " Shattered. I know what comes next. Turning off my phone, tears blur my eyes.
Why? Why couldn't I have just kept my mouth shut. Why don't you like me too?
I throw my phone on the table as I run to my room. I don't bring it so I won't see what you type next. I don't want to. I slam my door as I pop in my earbuds, flop on my bed, turn on my mp3, click my favorite artist -Say We Can Fly-, and sob into my pillow. Ugh. I'm so stupid. I can't believe I said anything. Now you probably won't even talk to me again, and that's going to hurt the most... Most... Most...
YOU ARE READING
Bleed For You
RomanceWell. My life is ruined. My heart is broken. My wrists are bleeding. Your face is gone... Gone... Gone... Copyright: do not plagiarize; any reproduction or copying of this item digitally or otherwise is prohibited
