Meredith's POV
I walked into the house and ran my fingers through my hair. I didn't know what to think for a second. My heart was pounding a million times every single second, and all I could think of was Blake. I knew he was still sitting on the porch bench outside, but I couldn't go outside again.
I knew what I felt inside.
I knew that I was lying to myself.
But what I didn't know this whole time.
Was that he meant the world to me.
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Blake's POV
I sat still on the porch swing, thinking about how much of a screw up I was and still am for letting Meredith go. Letting her go, even if it was so long ago.
Cameron was gone now, so I felt like this was a sign. That I had to try my very best to have Mere back into my arms.
I remember my favorite quote when I think about Meredith:
"Loving someone who doesn't love you is like hugging a cactus. The tighter you hold on, the more it hurts."
Knowing this quote, I have a feelings inside I won't be able to relate to it anymore at one point. Because I'm determined to have Mere back.
I stand up as the breeze grew slightly stronger and I ran my fingers through my hair.
"What are you doing here?"
I quickly turn around to see Cameron Davis, one foot on the first step and one foot on the gravel ground.
"The questions is what are you doing here? Because last time I checked Mere hates your fucking gutts. "
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This is an unfinished update from a while ago, I have a performance today so I won't be able to update, and I'm just busy this week but I'll try to update as soon as I can :)
~ Muna 🌸
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Wild Hearts {#Wattys2014}
Teen FictionMeredith loved her family and her two best friends, and was a talented violinist. She lived a very average life, in a suburban neighborhood. Not much goes on in her life, not even a bit of girl drama at school, until she gets called down to the prin...
