[CURRENTLY RE-WRITING]
❝ I'LL BE THE ONE THAT STAYS 'TILL THE END, AND I'LL BE THE ONE THAT NEEDS YOU AGAIN. ❞
➯ Nyla Morales was a heartbroken girl, simply trying to forget her ex, but when he shows up in her life again, she has to decide whether...
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"Shouldn't have come?" Timothée was marveled at the words that just came out of Nyla's mouth, he expected her to be more welcoming than this. "It's my high school reunion."
"It's mine too," Nyla scoffed, trying to not look in Timothée's eyes, nervous that she might fall in love with the curly haired boy all over again. "I was supposed to be having fun, and catching up with my old friends."
"You are!" Timothée's voice got increasingly louder as his emotions built up inside him. "Me, Ansel and Violetta are your friends!"
"Were," She snapped back.
"What?" Timothée again was taken aback by her words.
"Were my friends," She continued, tears brimmed her eyes, she wouldn't let them come out, she couldn't break right in front of him.
"You're being ridiculous," Timothée wanted to beg for her forgiveness, beg her to forgive all the mistakes he's made and all the things he had put her through and for leaving her without a proper explanation. But they were both stubborn, and couldn't put each other's emotions and thoughts first.
"Ridiculous?" Nyla laughed nervously at Timothée's words. "I'm not. You guys just left me! Friends don't do that! You fucking left me, after everything!"
"Nyla, shut up!" Timothée had let his anger take control, yelling at his old lover.
Nyla had this shocked look on her face - Timothée never really yelled. He never really got angry in the first place. Timothée's face turned from anger to sadness as he realised what he had just done. He could just tell that Nyla was scared of him in this very moment.
"Timothée, leave," She said, her voice shaking ever so slightly.
"Ny, I didn't mean to-"
"Go."
"Fine," Timothée turned the other way, and started walking slowly to the other side of the hall, as Nyla was left breathless.
Stay, her mind said, but the words didn't slip off her tongue. They rested at the bottom of her throat.Tears already beginning to stream down her red cheeks, reaching the ground, the floor soaking up the emotions that Nyla had left. The cold, hard ground accepted her emotions and trapped them inside of the floorboards, letting Nyla know how tightly she sealed her emotions.
She watched him walk away, just like that. And she saw him walk towards Rachel Walton and immediately start talking to her, Nyla's heart dropping to her feet.
She couldn't believe that Timothée had just yelled at her, but oh God, how she just wanted everything to be normal again. She wanted his arms wrapped around her limp body, that shook because of the cold air. She wanted him to leave kisses on her forehead like when they were teenagers. She wanted him to hold her hand and walk along the beach. She wanted him to lay next in bed and keep her warm. She wanted him to love her and give her Valentine's day cards. She wanted him to dance with her in the moonlight. She wanted him to sing love songs with her while on roadtrips. She wanted him to carry her and never let her down.
