I left the party early, leaving
Sonam and Aiden behind without
an excuse. No amount of alcohol
could kill the aching in my chest.I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.
Niall's voice echoes in the dark.I think I might love you.
My head is a jumble of confused thoughts. I want to tell him to run
while he still can. I want to tell him: No, you don't. You could never love me. You're too good to love me.I roll over, noticing the picture across the room. I pull myself from the mattress, grabbing the frame.
In it, a girl lays her head on the boy
she thought she'd always love."You didn't expect him to stop loving you, though," I mumble to myself.
A tear drops onto the glass of the frame and I grow angry at the boy smiling back at me. He's mocking me.I throw the frame at the wall and it shatters upon impact. I scream and grab my hair frantically, crouching to the floor with the picture.
I sit in the glass debris, covering my mouth with a trembling hand.
The picture lays unscathed.
I grab it and hold it tightly
against my chest.Come back to me.
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exposed [h.s.] ❁ sequel
Hayran Kurgu"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." ...