Fix You ~Completed~

Act Fifty-Four

I miss this.

Oh no.

Oh no, oh no, oh no.

I do too. Sometimes, talking gets too effing hard. -_-

Another note. Another two, three, four...

We should cut our last 2 periods and just make out or something.

NOO I need my last class; getting behind on homework would KILL me.

Well not getting to make out would KILL me.

Let's just make out a little right now?

No, no, no.

Kyla kept them, our post-it notes. They were all bunched up in a little metal lunch-box shoved in our closet. He had most of them dating back from the first time he ever slipped one onto my tray:

Favorite color, Quiet Guy?

Quiet Guy. I'd forgotten he used to call me that. Sometimes, I would teasingly call him Moody Guy. Quiet Guy and Moody Guy, a match made in hell.

Guessing grey. You wear a lot of grey, I wear a lot of black. We need to find someone who wears a lot of white to balance us out.

I clutched the note, glancing over at Eddie who was, coincidentally, wearing a white t-shirt. He didn't notice me having my stitches removed beside him while he texted Gale, letting him know we were on our way back to the apartment after I sifted through this last box.

Quickly, I shoved all the notes inside. I was keeping all of it. The box was not going to his parents or the dump; it was coming back with me.

He kept all our notes! They mattered that much to him. That cute little idiot!

I swallowed, freezing while I stared down at the lunch box. No, Kyla wasn't cute. He hurt me. He didn't love me.

Why couldn't I understand that?

It was just the way I was programmed to think; no matter what, Kyla loved me and he never meant to hurt me. But that was a lie. It was all a lie.

Or I thought it was a lie?

No. It was a Grade-A lie.

It had to be. That was the only thing that would help me get through losing him. If I let myself remember Kyla as my delusional mind saw him...

No. I wouldn't even entertain that thought.