Once upon a time, a girl made a vow never to give her heart to someone undeserving . . . for the sake of her happiness and heartbreak.
Lydia Hayes has had enough grief in her life. After the death of her mother, she was torn. As for her father, he...
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"Everywhere that I go, everywhere that I be If you were not surrounding me with your energy I don't wanna be there, don't wanna be anywhere Anyplace that I can't feel you, I just wanna be near you"
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In life, there comes a time when you just have to sit back, relax, and smell the roses. Then, there are times when one wishes to crawl in a dark corner and cry until there are no more tears to shed. Today is that day.
I never thought I'd be here, sitting in the darkest corner of my room that doesn't feel like my room, in the home that doesn't feel like my home. The paint still smells fresh. The hardwood stills smells of musk. The tears taste just as salty.
I guess I've been holding in all these tears for so long because I haven't left this corner since dad stomped out the door—which was two hours ago. It pains my heart knowing that he's slowly slipping between my fingers. My dad.
Then there's Daniel. I've called. I've texted. I've tried looking for him. It's like he's dropped off the face of the earth. The only communication I've had was a text from him a week after he left.
"Don't worry about me, I'm fine. I just need some time. You'll understand eventually. I love you, Dia."
I don't understand what's happening to him, nor why he's distancing himself. I've considered going out and finding him myself, but if space is what he wants, then fine. I just miss him unconditionally.
Gina decided she needed to do more shopping to calm her nerves . . . whatever that means. So it's just me, myself and I alone in the house. It creeks, and wood stirs a bit as the wind pounds against the exterior.
I sniffle and whip my nose along my sleeve. Gross, but I could give two fucks. My eyes burn as I blink away the salty tears. Taking a deep breath, I raise on shaking legs. Once I'm standing, I take a minute more to collect myself. It's time to be strong. No more crying.
No more crying, I chant in my head as I take off my clothes. I tug on a pair of leggings along with a baggy grey shirt. Leaning over, I slip my feet into nikes and double knot them. All I need is to clear my mind.
