BURN {f.m.}

{i. grey}

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"You and your words flooded my senses. Your sentences left me defenceless."

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THE WORLD IS grey.

Her eyes stay glued to the tiled floor of Abigail Adams High School. The noises around her sound like she's in a tunnel. They sound far away, at the end of the tunnel.

Brooke adjusts her messenger bag on her right shoulder. She walks as if she's heading to her death. Her shoulders are slumped and her wavy brown hair with blonde highlights cover her face. It's been getting worse.

If she wanted to be honest, she's been considering handing herself over to death for a long time now. The gnawing pit inside of her has been growing bigger and bigger these past months. But, dare she admit it, she's scared. What's going to happen next? Is it going to hurt? Will she run into the light just like Brendon Urie did in This is Gospel's music video? How about the people she'll be leaving behind?

Wait, who is she talking about? No one was there, no one was ever there for her.

The light at the end of the dark tunnel looks so close, like she could run off and leave everything behind. Maybe she can be at peace at the end, where she can finally disappear.

Her body suddenly surges with warmth and she is snapped out of her reverie. What was she thinking? How could she leave this behind?

Her sterling grey eyes lock with azure ones. The world around her gains its color again, though the million hues around her cannot compare to the blue in his eyes. Damn, were his eyes always that blue or was she just not paying attention?

"You okay, Brooke?" Farkle asks her, his eyes heavy with concern. His hand grasps hers tightly like an anchor preventing her to float away to God knows where.

Brooke smiles. She leans her head on his shoulder as he plants a kiss to her head. "Yeah."

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Hi! Just here to say that if you're going through anything right now, you're not alone (not in the creepy kind of way...). Talk about it, just let it all out. I'm letting you guys use the comments as a rant zone. Trust me when I say that it will get better, maybe even sooner than you realize.