Casey visited Last Sunday. She looked different from when I last saw her, which was months ago. She had to finish recording her songs for her brand new album. But every time she tried to sing her pop songs, that you wrote, she burst in to tears. She was guilty, Bailey. She was guilty of what happened to you, and I couldn’t blame her. The blame should be on me. All on me.
That night, I talked to her and told her that she needs to sew herself together for you. I know, I know, I’m such a good advisor but when it comes to applying my own advice to my life, it just won’t work. The talk was rather decent. We mutually told each other that the feelings we have for each other needs to be burned, along with the painful memories of cheating on you. It’s not just worth it anymore. The least we can do is respect you by breaking off our feelings.
All the boys gave me a special medicine. It was pale white, and as small as a pea. They told me that I should only take one per day, unless I would get seriously sick.
And in that moment, an idea sparked inside me.
YOU ARE READING
Hauntingly Beautiful: Niall Horan Fanfiction
FanfictionNote: I wrote this without proof-reading it, and I was twelve. Please bear that in mind. Talking to you was surprisingly easy. Even though you won't reply to anything I say, I know you hear me. It's quite comforting actually. I had always loved talk...
