Dead Love

Chapter. 11

What was Kasey even saying to me? She's moved on. You need to move on to. Hannah couldn't have moved on so fast. It's only been about a month, so seriously, she couldn't have moved on if what we had was real. But... is it possible? Is it possible she's moved on? I don't even know anymore.

The cold air from the wind rushes past my face leaving a tingling sensation from the warm tears being shed down my cheeks. Currently sitting on the top of Kasey's roof, I look out into the open and I can see my house from here. The house that my dad was in, alone. I suddenly felt homesick and I don't know why. Ever since Hannah and I ended, I've become more violent, and more emotional. I'll get sad over the smallest things, which is weird because I've never been like that. I've always been a tough guy but now, I feel weak and vulnerable. Why? What has she done to me?

"Levi?"

I don't even have to turn around to know it's Kasey. I don't feel like talking to her right now, but I do at the same time. What is she doing to my feelings?

She sits down next to me and lays her head and my shoulder and we both sigh, but mine for a much different reason.

"Kasey. Please, help me get her back. I'm begging you..."

I look into her eyes then. Her brown eyes seemed to draw me in with each second and I couldn't help it.

"Levi, You have to understand that she's-"

"No! Don't even finish that sentence. I can't stand hearing it anymore..."

I put my head in my hands and sigh. Why did she have to move on? It was in the blink of an eye, it happened so quickly. One Minute we were two young kids madly in love, and the next she was fucking another guy in less than two weeks.

How did it go so wrong?

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~Hannah's POV~

I pick up my brush from my dresser that has a mirror connected to the middle of it, and I begin brushing my long straight hair. There was a few tangles in it, but I managed to get them out. Opening up my drawer, I take out my mascara and eyeliner and matte lipstick, setting them on the dresser in front of me. I start by putting on a thin winged liner on both eyes, then put the dark mascara on my already long dark lashes that make my naturally brown eyes pop. I have dark eyebrows to which made them pop even more.
I pick up the dark colored matte lipstick and swipe the little lip brush against both my bottom, and top lip slowly.

My eyes wander to the corner of my mirror where a picture of Levi and I at the beach was taped there. I put down my lipstick after I was done and take the picture down, walking over to my bed, and look at the Polaroid picture of us. He was taking a selfie of us and he had his arm around my shoulder and I had an arm around his waist and my other arm against his chest, and we were both smiling at the camera. We were so happy...

There's no doubt that I regret what I did, but I needed to do it. If only he knew why...

"Hannah, are you almost ready baby?"

My father called from the other side of my door. He was going to take me to get some food because I felt hungry, and so was he. I look in the mirror one last time to straighten out my clothes. My white tank top that was under a light black nike zip up jacket with white strings that I tied at the top, and I had on dark blue high waisted jeans and a pair of black and white adidas shoes. My straight blonde hair fell just above my belly button and I'm probably going to dye it a pastel purple. Probably. Maybe. I just want to do something different before my family and I-

"Hannah!"

My father called out louder this time. I sigh and open my door, revealing my tall father, his black, but graying, hair slicked back with grease, like he always had it. My father was a business man and he was almost never home, which always left me and my mom home alone most of the time. When he was gone for more than 4 months, we'd have to move. Which happens pretty often.