Our Twisted Love

Say Something

The chapters are all going to be named after songs, this one being named after the song by A Great Big World & Christina Aguilera. Also, this will be updated on Mondays and Fridays. Enjoy!

"Cassidy?"

The girl's vision was blurred, her eyes pink and puffy. The doctors said he'd be gone within weeks, within days, maybe even within hours. He was alive, but only barely, and he didn't even have the will to stay alive. Everyone said it was hopeless, to keep coming here, to keep loving him. But she couldn't stop. She wouldn't stop.

Veronica said that he'd killed all those people on the bus. Maybe it was true, but that didn't change who he had been. Or maybe that was just who she had wanted him to be. But she knew he'd loved her. He had, right? She had loved him. She had never stopped loving him.

That day, the day he jumped, he had told her he loved her. She had seen the pain in his eyes, but had pushed it away, for no matter how it had turned out, that night had been meant as a celebration.

The tears hadn't seemed to stop flowing since that night. Her heart ached. She hardly ate, hardly slept. She'd cut off all ties with everyone, except Dick, and she supposed even he resented her. Most people around town called her Ghost Girl, for she was hardly living.

A knock sounded at the door, and she looked up, wiping her eyes.

She remembered when he'd first asked her out, how happy she'd felt. They'd been sitting in a little cafe, discussing the logo for Phoenix Land Trust, when he'd taken her hand.

"Hey, um, I was wondering if you, y'know, wanted to maybe hang out sometime?" The brown haired boy tripped over his words, his eyes wide and nervous.

She looked at him, smiling, tucking a strand of pink hair behind her ear. She was trying to ignore the way her cheeks were starting to heat up, the way her heart pounded whenever he looked at her. He probably didn't like her like that. He was only talking to her because of a school project. "Sure. Is there something wrong with logo?"

He frowned, confused. "What? No, it's perfect. Why?"

She looked down at her hands. "Why else would you want to hang out with me?"

Cassidy gave her a small smile. "Because you're funny, and sweet, and smart, and I like hanging out with you? Because you don't treat me like dirt, you treat me like an equal, something few people do. Because I like you."

She grabbed his hand. "Then yes, Cassidy. It's a date."