Imperfectly Perfect [Book 1] ~ {A TBNRfrags fanfic} COMPLETED

49- Caitlins POV

A/N: a short little cute chapter for you guys... Happy Easter for those who celebrate it! And if not, then have a good day!! <3 <3
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I stare up at the ceiling, contemplating everything that's going on in my life. Preston's out with his dad so I am all alone.

I remember the words I told my fans.

"Yeah, we might have imperfections, but that's what makes us imperfectly perfect."

"Don't take my old path."

"Stop. Do you hear me? Stop."

Tears fall down my face. I'm such a hypocrite. I can't even listen to my own advice. I look at my fresh cuts and take a deep breath.

I can't keep blaming myself for Alanna's death. It's been three and a half months.

I need to move on.

I look at Slice, next to me. I reach out to grab it but then pull back, as if it's extremely hot. My eyes widen in shock.

What have I been doing this whole time?

I need to stop.

I need to listen to my advice. I need to stop. I pick up Slice and smile.

"I'm sorry, old friend."
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"I'm home!" Preston yells.

"Okay!" I yell back. I slowly stand up and clutch Slice, taking deep breaths and closing my eyes.

IcandothisIcandothisIcandothis

"Hey, Preston. Can I talk to you?" I ask from the doorway.

He stops in his tracks. "Yeah. What's wrong?"

"I-I just need to talk to you." I say.

"Give me a minute." He says, walking to the kitchen. I sit on the edge of the bed, taking deep breaths to calm myself.

His footsteps get closer and I try to relax myself as best as I can.

"I'm here." He says, walking to the bed. "Tell me what's wrong."

"Hold out your hand." I order. He listens and I take a deep breath, deciding that I need to do this. I drop the blade in his hand.

"W-what's this?" Preston asks, confused.

Tears form on the corners of my eyes. "I-I-I'm sorry. I-I was depressed, okay?"

His eyes widen and he drops the blade. He immediately wraps his arms around me, and I relax to his touch.

"Why?" He asks, voice shaky.

"I-I..." I trail off. "Alanna's death, my father, everything. I'm sorry." I start to cry, hugging him tighter.

"How long?" He asks, voice quiet.

"Ever since I moved in. I-I stopped for a while but..."

"Caitlin, oh my god." He says. And then his body racks with loud sobs. He holds me tighter, crying into my neck.

"I'm sorry." I say again, tears falling from my face.

He slowly pulls away, his hands still on my shoulders. "You don't need to cut, Caitlin. You're perfect just the way you are. You're flaws are what make you imperfectly perfect, okay?"

I blush as I wipe the remaining tears away. "I'm done. Please, throw Slice away." He nods and we both stand up. I grab my other one and we walk over to the trash can.

Goodbye, old friends.

We drop them in the trash can, and Preston hugs me tightly. "I'm so proud of you."

"Thanks." I reply, hugging him back.

I'm so lucky to have him...

Our lips meet, and we passionately kiss. I wrap my hands around his neck and then roam his hair.

We break away, and I smile. "Thank you."

He hugs me and nods, then picks me up and carries me to the couch.

"Movie time!"