broken wt

five

Wesley and Lilly found themselves talking for hours and hours talking about endless amounts of things to what color was the sky going to be on a Saturday morning to who was most likely going to end up winning presidential election in November. There was something about them that didn't stop. There conversation never got boring to each other and they seemed to like most of the same things. They had an unusual bond that had brought them at a state of joy and both liked it.

It was something brand new to them. It enlighten both of them and they didn't want any of it to end.

"You know, you aren't as bad as you lead people on."

Wesley lets out a soft chuckle leaning back on Lilly's bed post.

But Lilly still couldn't wrap her head around something.

"Why are you friends with those kind of people? You are so much better than that."

Lilly didn't understand how Wesley could do that to himself. He had a bright future and she saw it right through him.

"Tell me this, why do you hang out with your friends when they treat you so badly?"

"They do not treat me badly."

I mean sure they were occasionally rude to Lilly but she didn't mind. That's what friends do sometimes.

"Yes Lilly, they do."

Lilly crosses her arms aggravated at this conversation. She knew her friends didn't treat her bad and she didn't understand why he thought they did.

"No they don't. The people that treat someone bad is your so called friends."

"They don't treat me bad."

"They encourage you to do bad things."

"Why does it matter? Why does it bother you that I hang out with them?"

"I just don't want to see a good person turn evil because of the wrong crowd."

"But that's where you're wrong Lilly. There is no good. It's only evil that pretends to be good."

"Do you honestly believe that?"

"Yes, Lilly, I really do", Wesley says searching his pocket for a cigarette. He takes it out and lights it up putting the deadly machine to his mouth and breathing it in.

Lilly coughs waving her hand around. "My room is going to smell! You are not smoking in my room! You could of at least smoke it out on the balcony."Lilly brings her shirt to her nose blocking out the smell that bothered her.

Wesley rolls his eyes and walks over to her balcony leaning against the wood.

"Why do you even smoke."

"It's easier. It helps the pain and stress vanish. Well at least for a little bit."

"It's not worth it. Pain is what makes you human."

"If that's the case I rather not be human", Wesley scoffs.

He had been dealing with this pain and it didn't seem to get any better. All he wanted was to finally be set at ease. To finally let go but he couldn't and he couldn't move on. That was his brother, his best friend. He was gone forever. He wanted the pain gone and if that meant not being human he would choose those circumstances.