I was told that everything's gonna be okay. Then he said that nothing's gonna be the same.
I was asked if I could go and make food. Then he said that I was too bad at it.
I was depended on. And then he said I was untrustable.
I asked him if he could...
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-TYLER'S POV-
Last night, things didn't go as planned.
I was supposed to... leave this world. But someone stopped me. A girl stopped me. She came out of nowhere and pushed me away from the cliff. I was absolutely pissed, I still am.
What was she thinking? It was none of her business to do that. If someone wanted to die, she shouldn't have stopped them or did anything about it. It's their problem to solve.
Maybe I was overreacting. But would I have done the same thing if I were her?
I looked at her side of the story: Sees someone by the cliff, about to jump. I groaned and rubbed my hands over my face and felt a teeny tiny bit guilty as I had my answers.
Would I have saved the person from jumping? Yes.
Would I feel bitter for getting yelled at after saving their life? Yes.
Would I forgive the person for yelling at me? Honestly no, but in her case, yes.
-EDEN'S POV-
I woke up and regretted opening my eyes. I didn't make an effort to move another muscle. I found myself laying in bed, staring at the ceiling and doing nothing all again. It has become an unhealthy morning routine.
From here -- on the second floor and in the second smallest room in the whole house-- I heard talking from both outside and downstairs. My gaze drifted to the clock hanging from the wall, it was five past eight. My eyes closed on its own record and I decided to try to go back to sleep, plus it was too early to get up anyway.
There was a profound silence before I groaned and sat up. I stretched my arms and massaged my shoulders. Sure, I'm 18 but my back sure does make me feel like I'm 80.
I walked tiredly down the stairs and went straight to the fridge in the kitchen. There were voices in the living room, it must be my parents. I took out the milk from the fridge and cereal from the cupboard. I poured both of them into a bowl and dug in.
"Good morning, honey," my mom said and hugged me from behind.
"Morning mom," I said back and drank the remaining milk from the bowl.
She sat in front of me and laced her fingers together. Her smile was bright as she told me "so, we've decided that we all should go out on the beach together."
"By 'we' you mean?" I asked and waited for her to continue.
She continued, "Cadence and me."
I pursed my lips together "I don't really feel like going out."
My mom pouted and took my hands in hers, "come on, Eden. It'll be fun." She squeezed my hands and grinned. "We'll get a tan, play in the water. Oh, you should go surfing with your dad. Maybe even teach Cadence how to-"
