Hazel's POV
Apartness is a strange thing, strange word, strange thing to say. Have you ever said, "Oh yeah, we just kinda, broke up, I guess." Or maybe "We just aren't together anymore." Even "We just don't see each other much." I bet you've never said "We're just in a stage of apartness." You just don't say things like that right? There's no reason for that word to be said, why does the word even exist? If I asked someone that question they'd just say, "Well why don't you just ask whoever invented the word?" I would then roll my eyes and walk away to ask yet another person who would give me the same response. This word, apartness, is completely pointless, its that word that you can never think of when you come across the rare time you have to say it. So why does it exist? To create that frustrating feeling of being unable to think of the damn word. Sometimes I feel like this word. Only there to make you frustrated, to make you angry. The best way I've treated this feeling is believing that you're like the letter e. The letter e is the most commonly used letter in the alphabet. I try to be the letter e, sometimes it doesn't quite work so I only believe I'm like the letter e, important and never forgotten.
Caspar's POV
I hopped into bed and waited for Hazel to join me. I could hear the shower turn off and slid over to make room for her. The uneven hum of the hair dryer made me tired, my eyelids drooped. The hair dryer stopped and the door clicked open, then footsteps sounded, getting closer to the bedroom door. The footsteps hesitated outside of the door and continued walking until I could once again hear the sound coming from upstairs. The footsteps kept going until they eventually faded away, leaving me alone in my bedroom. I figured Hazel may just be getting water or something so I waited, and waited... and waited some more, but the footsteps never came back. I moved back to the center of the bed and slowly fell asleep.
Hazel's POV
I stared at the gashes remaining on my chest and stomach, only the small black stitches holding the cuts together.
None of your scars can make me love you less.
