I wake up this morning with not only a stronger desire to vomit, but also a fucking headache. I was drunk around three in the morning, then fell asleep. I woke up with the desire to sleep forever. I pray that this is just a bad dream, but I think that's what really happened. I don't know who this girl was, she looked pretty, maybe it's just a dream ? I would like that to be the case, but for the moment, my pain is on par with my disappointment. How could Brian do such a thing ? Everything was going well between us, I had never been so happy.
I take a paper and I write :
I really miss your hand in my face. I hope one day i'll be as happy as i pretend to be. Brian, help me. You was the only thing that i could love in this dying world. Come on, take my hand, and come with me to Neverland.
After that, I see on my bedside table a small pile of photos. I approach and look at them one by one. Photos of him and me. A tear rolls on my cheek, I look away and I put my eyes on the window of my room, it's gray this morning, and it always rains. But the thunder has disappeared.
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💊 ( Manson's POV ) 💊
I wake up. My pillow is flooded with tears and black cast makeup. I sit on the bed and I take my head in my hands, I would like that all this is a nightmare, my baby waiting for me in the bus with his little green dress. But in vain. The bouquet of black roses is always thrown on the landing of the door, the photos are still in their box, tears dried like rain on their outline. It's gray and it's raining outside, but the thunder has calmed down.
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💜 A few weeks later, Brian still has not recovered from this break and sinks into alcohol and depression, alone at home because his parents are constantly on business trips.
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As for him Twiggy has found a girl who loves him and hides his sadness behind a happy face. Because nothing is more like before. 💜
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💊 ( Manson's POV ) 💊
It's been four weeks since Twiggy left. I have never been so bad. Alcohol and drugs only repulse his memory. I want to go. A few days ago, I saw that he was in the arms of a girl. She looked pretty. It devastated me, I went home at night and slashed my arms with a razor blade. But I'm not dead. Now my life is nothing more than a field of ruins. It will never be like before. It kills me to see how happy he looks without me. I tried to call him hundreds of times, but he never called me back. He never answered one of my messages.
