"Would you die for me?" That lifelong question we always seem to ask but never get a real answer to; the question we fear and the question that always comes to mind. Being human, we never know how to answer this question; long thoughts lead us to saying 'Yes,' but would you actually die for someone? Doubtful.
Bianca's eyes fluttered open as she stretched her scrawny arms up in the air, a big yawn overcoming her. Beside her was her favourite blanket, a soft, grey one that had been no bigger than the average table. She groaned and threw herself back against her bed, tossing the blanket to her frozen feet. Bianca's mother never turned the heat on, which always resulted in her complaining in the morning. Nimble fingers grabbed at her phone, holding it up in the air, in front of her face which lit up her ghoulish skin and dark eye bags. Tweets from birds outside the nearest window grew distant as the sun made its appearance in the sky. 6:34 AM. Her phone had read.
Pulling herself out of bed, Bianca headed straight to the bathroom, where she would eventually drown her worries with boiling water. As she stripped herself clean of clothes, she immediately jumped into the hot stream of water. Her shoulders didn't feel so heavy as the shower had been successful with removing Bianca's agony and stress. Rummaging through the closet, pulling out mass amounts of shirts at a time, after what had seemed like an hour, Bianca had finally picked out the perfect outfit. A maroon tank top covered her torso, along with a white cardigan, her legs sporting a pair of ripped jeans. A few selfies she took ended up on her instagram, Bianca constantly refreshed her notifications just to check how many likes she would get. Like a constant race, Bianca strived to get more followers by luring people in with pictures that showed too much cleavage or some expensive coffee she had bought on her way to work. Well clearly, it had worked because at the age of 23, Bianca had already gained more than a couple thousands of followers and many admirers.
Maybe it was because of her good looks, maybe it was her friendly smile or an old man's thirst to flirt with her. Either way, it never mattered to Bianca. She wouldn't let those fools get in the way of her and Brayden. Yes, maybe they had been taking a small break in their relationship at the moment, but Bianca knew he would soon crawl back to her. He couldn't survive on his own. Brayden didn't know how to go to the grocery store and buy groceries, or do the dishes, he couldn't even make his bed!
Bianca let out a content sigh and fell back onto the couch, contemplating if she should text Brayden. Her heart said yes but in the end, the logical answer would be no, she shouldn't text him. That would have made her seem desperate, which she totally wasn't, and besides, Brayden was out of town anyways, they couldn't meet up even if they wanted to.
