*still robins dream*
His head found my chest and his arms wrapped around me.
"I'm so sorry robin, I'm so so sorry," he muffled into my chest. I ran my fingers through his hair and looked out the window. "Niall i dont know why i do this, i dont know why i love you so much, but i do," i told him.
"Robin you don't know how good it is to he-"
"Niall-" i stopped, i just couldn't tell him that i didn't forgive him, because even though i shouldn't i did, i forgave him as soon as i saw his tears, i gave in. This boy was my weakness .
"Never mind," i sighed, rubbing his forehead with my finger.
"Niall things can't go back to the way they were we need some time," i whispered.
"I'll do anything however much time you need, I'll wait as long as i have to," he told me, looking up at me. I bit my lip and shut my eyes. I had to tell him, but something inside me just couldn't get the words to form.
"Niall i think it needs to be awhile, I'm sorry i just.. I dont know i just don't think that things will ever be the same, i mean do you know the hell you put me through?" I laughed. I wasn't in a laughing mood and this was nothing. To laugh about, but i felt the need to laugh.
"Tonight is the only exception, everyone's gone home, and now is all we have," i smiled, shifting under him.
"Robin i feel like a horrible person, and i feel like no matter how much you say you love me, that you hate my guts," he sighed, running his thumb along my wrist, tracing my scars that were showing from under the bandage.
i shook my head, grabbing his hand and pulling it from my wrist and into my hand.
"Niall can we just stop talking about this and enjoy the time we have right now, because soon my medications gonna wear off, and I'm not going to be the way i am right now, so just enjoy it," i laughed as he kissed my knuckles.
He nodded and continued to leave kisses in my hand. He pulled my wrist t a mouth and left a gentle kiss. "These scars are all my fault, they tell a story that no one knows. I'm not going to tell you that your scars or your cuts are beautiful, because they aren't. These scars, these cuts are anything but beautiful, they are the worst parts of your life, but i know that your strong enough to get through this , your strong enough to win this war I'm sure of it" he told me.
"Sometimes all we need is a kiss on the wrist," he whispered, kissing my cheek.
"Yeah just a kiss in the wrist," i repeated.
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I know this chapter was poop and stuff, but I'm so tried and wanted it updated, i swear I'll update tomorrow!!! Pinkie promise. I hope you guys are liking the story :)
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a kiss on the wrist
Fanfiction"So this is growing up huh,you know tear stained pillows every night,staring naked at yourself in the mirror, waiting for a text that will never come, wishing for impossible things, like narrower thighs or prettier hair. It's a vicious cycle of bein...
