Wonderwall

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•Wonderwall•

"What if i tell you all the things I've done
would you run away from me?

Baby we all got bags full of shit
that we don't want"

-honesty, pink sweat$

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R o s e ; [1:20 am]

Stopping the engine just as i parked my car, i let my head rest on the steering wheel breathing heavily as I felt my heart was about to break out of my chest.

I don't know why i was nervous, I should be mad, disappointed, angry— not nervous.

He's the one who should be anxious, he has a lot of explaining to do and if he doesn't i'll immediately leave not wanting to hear excuses as i'm fed up.

Calling me like an hour ago, he promised to finally pour everything out. Stuff that I supposedly didn't know about leaving me confused on what he really wanted to tell me.

His voice sounded so fragile, so weak like it was gonna break in an instant.

I sat still, letting my mind wander. What's going to happen after he spills everything? Will it be good reason to turn a blind eye on what he did?

I know he's always been mysterious—closed off. And I know it's hard for him to speak up but despite the fact that i was somewhat hurt and angry i still appreciated the offer.

I may be going to regret this but here I am on my way to meet him, to see him after that one night— to confront him.

I finally got out of my car, stopping it by the beach as I'm supposed to meet him here. With trembling legs and sweaty hands, I began to become more anxious by the minute.

I spotted him in the distance as he sat along the shore silently, a bonfire facing him giving me complete access to his features in the dark.

He was such a beautiful man.

Swallowing the big gulp in my throat, ignoring the pit in my stomach, I finally approached him slowly nibbling on the insides of my cheeks already feeling weak by his presence.

Taking him off guard, I sat down next to him startling him for a quick second before he faced me, coming into terms with my company.

The air was already tensed filled with uncomfortable silence and muffled unspoken thoughts. The tension was unbearable and soon our gazes met, making my insides twitch.

There's no denying anymore that I've grown to like him— a lot. He always seemed to pull me towards him, intriguing with the simplest of actions, weakening me with a single flesh contact leaving me aching for more

"You actually came" he spoke above a whisper as I nodded at him silently, tugging some loose strands of hair behind my ear.

He paused for a bit, looking like he was in deep thought contemplating his next words. He was nervous and that was very evident from his body language