Tell me, why are we wasting time
On all this wasted crying?
When you could be with me instead.
-Shawn Mendes, Treat you Better.
3:00 AM.
Declan: You awake?
June: Yeah.
June: Is everything alright?
Declan: If I ask you something, you won't slap me will you?
June: The chances are high. I'm not making any promises.
Declan: I'm going to ignore that hurtful statement.
June: So mature.
Declan: Thank you. Now shut up.
June: What do you want?
.....
June: Declan??
.......
Declan: Why do you hate me?
June: What?? Where's all this coming from?
Declan: Where do you think? We haven't had a proper conversation since that dumb day at the parking lot.
June: Declan.
Declan: You've just shut me out sunshine. You didn't even give me a chance.
June: Can we not do this?
Declan: Why the fuck not?
June: Because for gods sake! Aren't you tired of this shit already?!
Declan: Why are you so eager to get rid of me?
June: So now I'm the bad guy? Perfect.
Declan: You know what your problem is?!
June: Shut up.
Declan: You fucking over think everything. Why must you always think the worst of me?!
June: That's not true.
Declan: Can't you accept that I made an idiotic mistake sunshine?? Or is your brain too underdeveloped to process this information.
June: You're an asshole. End of story.
Declan: Thanks. Appreciate it.
June: If you're quite done then I'm going to sleep.
Declan: No! Wait. I'm sorry okay.
June: We've been through this.
Declan: Then let's go through it again.
June: Its three on the morning! You have the worst fucking time in the world !
Declan: Give me a chance. Say you will. I'll keep spamming you if you don't.
June: You're an idiot.
Declan: come on sunshine. I know you miss me.
June: Fuck off.
Declan: Such sweetness.
June: Fine.
Declan: Huh?
June: I have missed you.
Declan: I fucking KNEW IT.
June: Go to sleep asshole -.-
Declan: Sweet dreams sunshine ;)
YOU ARE READING
June.
Short Story[COMPLETED] Dear June, Deep breaths. Count to ten. Take a step. Take another step. You can do this. You've got this. Just breathe. What happened to you? Was it the pressure? Was it the depression? Was it the loneliness? What was it? Do you know, or...
