"Go get the girl Liam, we're both using each other to get over our exes and it's bad to go back into a toxic relationship, but I guess that's our yellow paint. Yellow is a colour of happiness, but yellow paint is poisonous and I guess our ex's are...
Damn I fucking miss her. I miss how her lips tasted of wine. I get drunk of the thought of us holding each other close again, hearts racing. I miss how my tongue tackled her bottom lip.
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But why go to something that shatters you at the same time? I remember how Her body used to move, so seductively. So mesmerizing.
And her eyes. The type of eyes that lure you to the darkest sides of love. Should I miss that?
She had saccharine sweet lips. They were blossom soft, and they had the power to weaken me to my knees.
Had she smiled, the world would sigh with contentment.
Why am I feeling this way? I should feel a hurricane of hatred and deep sadness. But this time it's different.
I crave her. I remember the smallest things like how her perfume lingered in my room for days upon on days.
How it still smells in my room and on my sweater.
I vividly remember those days.
The day I kissed her away.
Scotts pov-
I held the gun pointing at my throat trying to control my hand from shaking violently.
'The pain will end. Just pull the trigger"
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I bow my head and my shoulders begin to tremble in unison with my heart. I feel my chest expanding . The tears glide over making me a blubbering mess. My head falls and rests onto the cubicle door on my right and I begin to shake vigorously whilst my sleek eyes go blurry from the wetness.
A hum a song within me which sounded muffled due to the crackling sound of sorrow in my voice.
'It's so quiet here And I feel so cold This house no longer Feels like home'
I huffed and I got myself together. Why does it have to end this way? Why does my destiny have to be this way?
I counted silently to myself.
"1." My hands trembled in agony.
"2." I kept sniffling hard as my heart felt cold and heavy.
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"Give me the gun"
A demanding voice shot at me and I felt even more vulnerable at who it was.
The person who kicked me down, suddenly wants me alive?
