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Go Through With It

Chris.

Yesterday was just plain horrible. I had to hear my mother argue with my deadbeat dad over the phone. I mean he helps from time to time but he's never here. He ran off with some other bitch named Priscilla and her kid. I couldn't take it to stay there and hear what happened, so I left the house and went to the place where I always go to clear my mind. The Cliff at the top of the hill. When I got there, I noticed someone parked their car here. So obviously someone's already here. I huffed slightly and walked through the small path in the woods that lead to the cliff. The closer I got, I started to hear faint voices. Familiar voices. I crept a bit closer and recognized the faces. Zayn and Havana.
"Every drawing has a reason or a story behind it." Zayn said.
"Uhm, I really don't know. It just came to me out of nowhere." Havana replied.
"You sure?" Zayn asked.
"Yeah." Havana answered.
"Is there something that you're not telling me?" Zayn questioned.
"No." Havana said.
"Okay." Zayn said, unsure and went back to his art.
I watched as Havana sat a bit away from the cliff and looked out to the sky.
For some reason I grew fascinated with watching her at peace for a little while but then I remembered my life problems and couldn't take watching her at peace. So I walked away, out if the forest and back to my car and just drove around. I took deep breathes and parked my car. I pulled my phone out an searched through my call log for Bianca's number. I contemplated on whether I should call her or not. Fuck it. I pressed call and moments later, she answered on the third ring.
"Yes?"
"Yeah, uhm. Let's go through with the plan." I said.
"Hm, about time." She replied, and we kept talking and discussing until we ended the call.
Let's hope this doesn't go wrong.
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