White Horse 「rucas」✔

m a y b e i w a s n a i v e

PRESENT

"I," Riley stuttered. She loved Lucas. She still loves him. But she had to let him go.

Before, she said to herself that she was scared of Lucas letting go of her. Now, they  were both holding two ends of a fragile line. If anyone walked in the middle of that fragile line, it would break. Not unless one of them chose to let go. And that person was Riley.

"Can we talk about this face to face? I-I need to sort my feelings out." Riley muttered. It was almost a whisper. Her voice was hoarse from crying.

Cory and Topanga wanted to interfere but they knew that Riley had to make hard decisions for herself. It was part of growing up. All they could do right now was watch their little girl grow up.

Riley heard shuffling from the other line until she heard his angelic voice once again. "Sure. See you later." He said. And with that, the line went dead.

Riley stood up from the bay window. It was raining outside. When Riley stood up, she felt her head hurt and blackness covered her eyes for a second. She held on the wall for support as she recovered her strength.

Her knees felt weak but she herself decided to stay strong. She walked to her bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked into her eyes and remembered all of her happy thoughts. All of the things that made her happy. She blinked once again and looked at her entire body.

She looked helpless and naive. Maybe that's why she fell for Lucas' gentle green eyes. Maybe she was naive enough to think that she was the only one in his life. Maybe she was naive enough to think that after getting lost in his eyes and falling for him, she forgot that there was a hard ending to that fall.

She was naive, stupid, and helpless.

At least that's what her mind told her.

All her insecurities started devouring her.

And no one was there to stop it.

Riley was the type of person who would let anyone's feelings come first before hers. She never disregarded anyone else's feelings except hers.

She let her own feelings devour her and she couldn't help but feel like drowning.

That's what you get for keeping them in too long. Her mind says.

Her mind was right. Oh, how she wished that she had listened to it in the first place.