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"It's funny, you know. I never thought this would happen; at least not to us. But we're okay, we can make it through. You've got me, and I've got you. Because sometimes the victim becomes the hero. And sometimes that hero needs to be rescued." ...

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3. Trouble

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by louminosity

by louminosity

Sonam walks beside me,
her lengthy black tresses held tightly
in a braid that trickles down her spine.
I focus on her moving lips,
plump and painted in a dark purple.
I can't hear what she's saying,
but I smile and nod along.

There's a humming in my head.
An obnoxious buzz that fills my ears.
Make it stop, I silently beg.
It won't listen, rather screams louder
and repeats his name that I never want to hear again.

"Sawyer, are you feeling okay?"
Sonam pauses, crossing her arms.
I nod, forcing a smile.
She continues, speaking
of a party tonight that a man
down the hall is throwing.
We should go, she suggests.

Harry Harry Harry.
I don't need you anymore!
Please leave me alone.

"Actually, I'll meet up with you later,"
I blurt out, then try to cover my tracks. "I forgot about my psych paper. Due tomorrow."

Sonam understands, but she doesn't.
Not even I understand anymore.
I wave her off as she heads around
the corner to meet with her boyfriend
at the local coffee shop.
I hold myself together until
I reach the comfort of my apartment.

Don't call him, don't call him.
My fingers dial his number rapidly
and my shaking hands nearly drop the phone.

"Sawyer, I'm glad you called.
About last night..."

"You didn't say goodbye. You didn't even call to tell me you made it home safely.
You left me looking like a fool."

Niall sighs heavily into the receiver.
I can almost feel his breath prick my neck.

"I'm sorry." Is all he says.
Anger burns deep in my chest
and I grip the phone tighter,
pacing across the living room.

"You're sorry? I was worried about
you and all you are is--"

"I heard you crying last night after we... Well, it made me think. And all I could think about was that I might love you.
I thought it was best if I left
without any trouble."

"You what?"

"Listen," Niall hurriedly whispers,
and in the background I hear
an all too familiar voice growing louder. "I have to go.
I'll call you later, Sawyer."

The phone is still pressed to my ear
as the line drops, and the buzzing returns.