Living is bizarre but what else could it be? It can be spent living in sorrow, living in mourn, living in anything but in all living is only living...
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Drew's POV
I open the door of the hotel entrance and it slams shut behind me as I don't try to not make sound. Some people look my direction when I look up from my shoes.
I put my hands through my hair and begin to sob slightly.
I walk across the cross walk and shake my head as I think about everything of what just happened.
They made a song. They made a song for me. Why me???Why would they go through that much stress for someone like me? And the guy I thought was stealing my girl made most of the song. That is what I don't get fully.
If he didn't like me then why would he do such a thing?
Maybe Blake is better than I originally thought.
Maybe he isn't out there to steal Violet away from me but he is actually just that much of a genuine guy to help.
"Drew,"a voice comes from behind me. I look behind me for a second and see Austin standing there.
He is breathing like he just ran two miles to get to me.
And it is raining again.
His small cringe hair is stuck to his forehead and small other hairs are all over the place "damn it's pouring out here,don't you think?"
I turn around again and continue walking. I walk to the end of the street. I hear Austin follow me but I don't turn around until I get to the end fully.
I bite my lip as I look him up and down. Why is he out here with me? I mean Violet usually goes out here for me. I shake my head at him slowly. I wonder if he can tell that I don't want him to be around me. I actually don't want either of them here. Even Violet. I don't need them around me right now.
They trust me don't they? They like me. They trust me and they like me. All of them. Their hearts are huge and mine is probably nine times smaller than theirs. Why are they doing this to me? Why do they like me and tolerate my shit? Why are they so nice when I don't do anything to them?
Austin parts his lips and when he talks again his voice is cracking, "i-if i didn't like you i wouldn't have ever shared the bed with you, now would I? I do that only for my brothers." He looks up into the sky as he holds back a sob and then he looks back at me. I don't think I will think that statement was weird because the way that Austin is looking at me leads me to believe that he is serious, "even though you were a dick and didn't let anyone look at you before you gave them a glare back, I still held on."
Austin points to the hotel and then looks at me in the eyes as he gets closer to me, "Violet. She didn't let you go either. Even after all the shit you all been through she was still holding on. We hold onto you Drew. We believe you can conquer anything. We want the best for you."
