Why I'm Gone, mgc

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I pursed my lips, pausing the video and changing my position on the bed before playing it, proceeding to watch.

"You were beautiful, Bella. You know Bella means beautiful? You were a beauty, and I was a beast." He is quiet for a moment, silent tears falling down his cheeks.

"Better boys found you, and I just kept getting uglier and uglier. I was jealous, even though we weren't together yet. It ripped my heart out every time one would look at you adoringly, or longingly. Because I wanted you all to myself- but I knew that wasn't going to happen." He shook his head.

"I told them to back off- they said 'why would she want you?' 'We've got a bigger chance than you.' 'You freak.' So I started acting weird. Telling myself it was because you were too good for me, and I wasn't enough to make you feel loved. I mean here you are looking like a Greek goddess surrounded with your Calvin Klein model best friends and I'm here looking like some sort of potato-" he laughed sadly, wiping his eyes.

"So I drifted away from you. And you didn't seem to care at all- that's what hurt, Bella. You didn't flinch when I walked away- didn't ask for me to come back. You know how many times I looked at you and prayed to God you'd look back- and you never did? You never looked back..."

I held my breath, water pouring from my eyes which was definitely surprising as I watch the stranger gracefully push hair out of his eyes.

"And then you came back, you came back and apologized for everything, and I didn't accept it. I said no, if you cared you would have helped in the first place. But then you cried, and said I was the best thing that ever happened to you. I was your sunshine, and I believed you. With all of my heart I believed you.." He shook his head.

"The rest of sophomore year we were best friends again, and I was still jealous but felt a little better about it, since you definitely hung out with me more than them. It was August when you invited me to a party. I said yes, of course, because one it was you inviting me and two I mean, well, you only live once." He laughed slightly.

"And so I went. And it started out nice- until that Luke guy showed up totally wasted asking me where you were. I was confused at first, because he hates you for all I knew, but when you came to bring me a drink and he saw you, that's when I saw the way he looked at you. He was in love with you, Bella. And it made me sick.

He asked you to dance and I said no for you, not even liking the idea of him touching you. But when he insisted and you said to give him a break and let you guys dance, I let you dance. But I wasn't expecting for you to leave with him and not tell me. And so I waited at the party until everyone was gone looking for you two- I was scared to DEATH. I called everyone, even Luke's best friend Calum and none said they knew where you were.

You didn't call me until 3 in that morning, and I answered quite angry. And I was yelling about how you left and how scared I was until I heard you sniffle, and I could feel the silent tears falling down your face and screaming for my help, and I could hear your body shaking and I knew something was terribly wrong and everything stopped, the world froze and I asked you if you were okay. And when you said no- I was ready to kill a bitch." He laughed sadly.

"So I picked you up, drove to some random parking lot at 3 am and drove you to my place, the arctic monkeys playing lightly in the car as you slept against the window, your tear stains shining in the moonlight. You never did tell me exactly what happened that night- said you didn't remember but I know you did. I know you remembered, and I had a pretty good idea saying you had a busted lip black eye and pretty bad limp but I couldn't do anything but pick you up, drive you to my place, eat food and watch movies with you until I saw that beautiful smile again. The smile that made my whole world stop just to enjoy it before continuing. Every time you smiled, I fell a little more and more in love with you. And let me tell you, you smiled a hell of a lot, Arabella. A hell of a lot. And I was so deep in I couldn't even look at girls without comparing them to you. I was obsessed, in the most beautiful way possible."

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