The depressed boy who fell in love with the happiest girl

Sadness

~Presleys POV~
I stood outside Morgan's house for a few minutes, thinking if i should turn back to apologize but I'm not doing it, she broke my heart by talking to my worst enemy. I shook my head in anger and walked away while putting on my jacket cause it was raining. A few minutes later I was at my house, the smell of Alcohol drenched my nose as soon as I walked in and the cigarette smoke lingering in the air attack my skin, I looked in the living, seeing my alcoholic mom, naked with her abusive boyfriend, I quietly walked up to my room which is upstairs, once I got to my room I locked the door amd started crying out loud, yelling Morgan's name over and over and over again, but yet she hurt me, why am I crying over her when she broke me!?... Soon after what seemed like a month of crying which was only an hour, I started calming down and thought if i should start cutting again but on the other hand, what's the point of cutting if the other person doesn't care.

**Monday Morning**
(Presley's POV still)
I got up from the sound of my alarm and started getting dress, I put on a Nirvana shirt with grey pants and black vans, I got my backpack, phone and Ear buds, I slowly walked out to the bus without waking up my mom and her boyfriend, I sigh in relief but also in regret, I have to see her today... UGH... I put in my Ear Buds and started walking while listening to Angel With a Shotgun by The Cab. Finally got to school and looked around the hallways but didn't see her but why am I caring, The bell rung and I went to my class which is with her, I sat down and waited for her to walk in but the second bell rang which is classing starting but... Morgan didn't come to class I slowly started worrying about her but didn't realize it.
*School Ends*
I didn't see Morgan at all at school, I walked inside but stayed in the doorway, "thats it" i mumbled to myself. I walked out of my house and shut the door and ran up to Morgan's house. Finally I got to her house and murderously banged on her door until it flung open, showing the girl I loved- I mean still love, with red eyes, tear stains and a messy bun, but yet she still looked beautiful.

~Morgan's POV~
I was laying in bed, thinking about Presley, and suddenly I heard banging on the door, I thought "who the hell is that!?" I looked in the mirror and omg I looked terrible... but i didn't care at this moment. I walked down stairs in my sweats and a loose crop top. I opened the door and saw him, Presley, sweating and breathing heavy, he must've ran or something. Soon I felt arms around me and I started hugging him back.... Did he miss me? Or did he just feel bad?...