Wonderwall

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•Wonderwall•

"I don't know what feels true, but this feels right so stay a sec."
-hostage, billie eillish

—R o s e ; 11:45 p.m.

"His dick was really small, okay?!" Cara's voice floated through my speakers, exclaiming with heavy frustration.

She was experimenting, going out with different people hoping some sort of potential chemistry would spark up. She was trying to distract herself, searching for endless connections after failing with one—Ethan.

"So you wanna tell me," I choked on my laugh, not being able to finish my words. "You ran away after seeing it?"

She groaned loudly, finding no sense of joke in her current situation. "Yes, I'm so embarrassed."

"Look at the bright side though. At least...he's cute?" I muffled my laugh in, finding this situation rather humorous whilst she was still fumed about the events of the freshly date she went to.

"And how's that going to benefit me in anything?" She sighed frustratedly once again. "And how should you understand anyways? You literally have a man who got looks and a big ass penis."

"Are we really talking about Grayson's penis right now Cara?" my cheeks heated up almost instantly, cursing myself internally.

"Of course I am. Now spill more details so I can forget the current misery I'm in."

I looked away in disbelief, chuckling to myself. "It was good, okay? We've only done it once anyways."

"I refuse to believe that horny fuck only got with you once," she replied nonchalantly, not taking my words into truth.

The sound of the tv playing in my living room got mixed with my laugh, finding her blunt bright side very entertaining—I missed it.

"Take my word for it, we really haven't slept with each other...you know after that incident."

The conversation was soon cut short. The loud sound of my doorbell soon floated through my residence, averting my attention. "Listen, I'll call you back."

Eagerly, I ended the phone call letting hurried steps guide me towards my front door. "Coming!"

What met my sight next was far from my expectations. Grayson's figure popped into my view standing there with broken red puffy eyes, being surrounded with nothing but dulness.

Not having a chance to adjust nor blink, he pushed my hips into the wall behind, placing his head into the crook of my neck. And it wasn't until he broke down weeping in my chest, letting out slightly silent sobs. 

And if the possibility of my heart potentially breaking physically was far from happening, it sure did in that exact moment.

I froze in spot, being overwhelmed by the so many things bombarding me. The supposedly man of my dreams who was good in shelling himself from me was right there in my arms baring every single sorrow onto me.

My eyes widened. My hands were paralyzed not knowing how to properly act. I couldn't process. Was he really crying in front of me right now? Was he showing emotion? Weakness? Something he avoided?