They're both ambitious, both stubborn, and unbelievably arrogant.
He's the rising star. Some knew his name, but he was not stopping until the world knew it. He wants it printed on every billboard, branded into the mines of every human and animal.
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Taylor's P.O.V
My knuckles hurt. I knew he heard it.
The pounding on his door.
My hands were little, but my dad always said they held power.
I hit the wooden surface some more.
Mumbling the words I was going to tell him. I rehearse it the whole time here. Although, it took a little longer. The numbers on the elevator kept moving. Dancing and flipping and shit, don't blame me.
The door rustle and then his head pops out.
I didn't wait for him to invite me or to speak for that matter.
My words regurgitated as I stumbled inside.
Were they making sense?
I wasn't sure.
His face was contorting into different features. I assume they were hitting him in the right spot.
He needed it!
Raising my fingers to dig into his chest. I needed to prove my point, but they kept missing.
He was splitting and returning back to one whole again.
He was playing tricks with me again.
Teasing me.
Hurting me.
Tears streamed down my face and I sloppily wiped them away.
The world was spinning.
He was spinning.
He tried to keep me grounded.
He always kept me grounded.
But, I didn't want that.
I wanted to be free.
I didn't want to be controlled.
I shook him off. I wanted to float again. My body felt higher and lighter.
I was going to fly.
I was going to soar.
But, then I was falling and it was happening fast.
He reached out to me again, but I was falling hard.
Then, we both were falling.
Crashing into our own abyss.
*****
I felt the puke rise up in my chest before my brain processed the need for me to open my eyes.
I jumped out of the bed and ran to the bathroom. Head deep in the toilet, I let out the contents that were clearly unsettled in my stomach.
"Oh God," I groaned. The smell was repugnant and my breath was no better.
