your room was a mess. you hated messes. you hated not being organized. your bed wasn't made, there were clothes thrown all over your room.
you popped in view of the camera, your hair a mess.
you had a cigarette in your hand.
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what the hell? I went rigid in my seat. you smoked?
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"you know, i've always wanted to try this." you gestured to the cancer stick in your hand.
"i should. i mean in the end it doesn't matter anyway. everyone dies. i'll just die quicker."
but you didn't light it. you just stared at it. stared at it like it would answer all your problems.
then you threw it across the room and broke down. you curled up in a ball. your shoulders shaking. you just stayed there. you stayed curled up, crying silently. and eventually,, the battery on your camera ran out, ending the video with you looking into the camera with mascara running down your face.
a/n
not that anybody noticed or anything... but sorry for the lack of updates! I got grounded. heh. heh. yea. so hopefully i'll get back into the groove of updating.
how is everyone liking this story? Not many people actually read it haha.
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Captured Love {#Wattys2016}
Short Storya recollection of videos. [lower case intended] updates on saturdays and whenever i feel like it :)
