Wonderwall

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•Wonderwall•

"I'm always gon' answer your calls, talking about come and see me. I know we ain't even that deep, I'm still coming anyway
maybe it'll change."
-Free, H.E.R

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With misery clouding Rose's bed and a black cloud hovering over her, she laid in her bed seeing as the moon was her company in this lonely night.

On the outside, she looked peaceful—ever so soft. On the inside, sadness swarmed her along with disappointment forming a battle and a chaos of emotions.

It was late, almost midnight. However, almost somehow sleep couldn't endure her no matter how much she tried. Wrapping herself in the fuzzy beige sheets, her insomniac eyes stared blankly into the ceiling above shifting constantly to her window.

The bed was spacious and alone and even though she was wrapped up in the sheets, she was still cold needing the warmth of another body upon her. His body to be exact.

A couple of tears had managed to slip out throughout the silent Thursday night she was spending alone.

She couldn't be so selfish and call Cara in order to vent to her. Her best friend was already dealing with a lot—was already drowning in disappointment and a battle of one sided attraction that made her feel self conscious in a way.

And maybe she didn't need Cara tonight, maybe she needed him. Maybe his presence was the answer and the end to her loneliness.

"Screw him," she cursed almost murmuring those two words.

She found herself so frustrated, so angry yet still longing for him. She had never been this weak for a man before and for that she goes back to cursing at herself, rather than at him.

Why does he have such a big effect on me? On such a short time? Why can't I let go?

For surely, the thought of leaving him had been flying around her head for maybe it's better for her own being...

But how could she? She got used to seeing his face everyday, got accustomed to his scent and overall aura. How could she when he exposed to her so many lovely parts of him, blossoming hope within her? Maybe, he needs time.

But how much time?

Eternity doesn't exist. Life is all about risks and taking advantage of each second of every day. How could she be with someone who's not willing to risk anything?

Everything was falling apart, so it looked like. Both Grayson and Rose were distancing themselves from one another little by little and oh how much she feared that he came into terms that they don't workout anymore.

Putting her thoughts on hold, her phone vibrated lightning up. It was nothing more than a text message from someone she's missed but doesn't want to admit so herself.

Excitement overwhelmed her body. I should be mad. Her anticipated fingers eagerly picked up her phone, seeing the text message he'd sent her after days of miscommunication.

Gray: come over, please.

It was late at night, the comfort of her own bed was too tempting but despite that, she found herself unleashing the covers off of her, getting up to make his request happen.