A Journey Through His Soul

The voice.

Leo's song 'stitches' by Shawn Mendes. Enjoy.❤
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Jade's phone buzzed with a new notification, she's tired, she just came back from a really weird day of school, and whoever is texting her now, needs to be cursed, and immediately. Or that's what she thought.

She picked her phone off her newly polished study desk, it was a text from James.

I already miss you.

Jade smiled, rolling her eyes. Oh how cheesy, she giggled.

I miss you too.

He texted back immediately.

Am I doing well?

Jade giggled, blushing. But then she remembered Leo, her smile dropped. She wrote back:

Stop.

Stop what?

Talking about that.

Why? Are you okay?

Yes, yes I'm fine it's just, you don't need to keep mentioning it, yknow. I'm being dramatic haha. I need to go now, talk to you later!

She wrote back, and ignored all the other massages he sent, protesting against her form of departure, an irritating noise through the silence of her room.

She got into the shower, and opened the cold tap. She opened it to be the coldest, the coldest as cold can get. She wanted to cleanse him out of her world, to remove all the memories from her full mind, like they're stitches of ink, that fade with time. She wanted to start new, fresh.

But it didn't work, no matter how much she scrubbed her face, her arms, even her ankles, he was there, she saw, printed on her, owned her, and she felt frustrated with it all.

She kept scrubbing her arm till it turned red, her face holding a frustrated grimace, trying, against the delusional marks. Jade leaned against the wall, and slid down the wet ceramic. Tears stained her face. It mixed with the water droplets, crashing down on her delicate body. It mixed with her own tears, as if denying the fact that she was crying, like she's fine, like the shower water was an excuse, a veil to hide all her tears under.

Jade sobbed under the shower for an hour, trying to remember the tiny bits left of her memory of his hands on hers, his soft, yet protective hands.

Now she knows who she really misses.
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Leo whispered to himself, while playing his guitar softly, ending his song. Anything to help him put his desperation into words, his longing.

Then his door banged open, Kevin appeared before him, mad, for some unknown reason Leo is yet to know.

"Lower your god damn voice, you little turd!" Kevin said with a menacing tone.

Leo looked at him, rolling his eyes. "I'm literally whispering."

"Dont you dare argue with me right now! I've been working nonstop down there to afford you a loaf of bread for you not to die! I honestly don't know why I'm doing this! If it wasn't for dad, I would've put you in an orphanage, just rot in there! you'd be way more useful! Instead you're just sitting here, playing songs about your messed up life! Oh, who are you playing songs to? Little whores at your school?" He barked. Leo's hands twitched to block his ears, it was too much noise pollution in two minutes.