Dove was finally done with being pushed to the edge. She could no longer stand being pushed up against a wall just to get her neck sucked on by the boy she had to pretend to love. She could no longer stand lying beside him in bed, feeling regret that she had lost her virginity to a sex addict. She could no longer feel any emotion when he smashed his lips on her's, as if she was just a puppet to be played around with.
So when she heard his voice enter her bedroom at ten past midnight, she jumped off of her bed and pushed him against the door that he had closed seconds before. His bright eyes dimmed and his small light smile turned into a confused one, until it twisted into a slightly amused crook.
"Switching up the game a bit?" He questioned as he wrapped his hands around her waist. The touch didn't ignite anything in her body and her heart wasn't beating any differently. She glared up at him, and when she realized what he wanted, she brought her face closer to his until the tip of her lips skimmed his slightly darker ones. She could already hear the little moan in the back of his throat, and it disgusted her.
"I never want to see you again," she spoke harshly before she brought her face away from his. He snapped his eyes open and something flashed in his eyes before he processed what she said.
"What - did I? - why?" He looked at her and immediately dropped his hands from her waist as if she turned into a pile of burning coals.
"I don't love you," Dove spat as she glared into his eyes with anger. She didn't hate him. There was no way she could, because he didn't know what he was doing wrong. And though he pissed her off, she couldn't hate him. "We can either be friends or you can forget all about me."
A flash of pain and sadness crossed on his features, but before Dove could study them, his face turned cold and he gave a strict nod.
"Okay," he said, somewhat professionally. "Then I hope you sleep well, Dove." And with that, he turned from her and left the room as if it were his worst enemy. And then, he was gone.
And Dove was alone, standing in her room with her eyes fixated on the door.
She needed to do that. It was the only way she could be happy.
And after all this time, she remembered that her happiness mattered too.
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That Little Letter
Mystery / Thriller~COMPLETED~ Dove had been struggling with school for months, so what does her school do? They give her a penpal that may lighten up her world. At first it was incredibly awkward, but then a deep friendship grew and soon, they never stopped sending l...
