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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For a while, I walked by the seashore with my shoes and socks in hand. I kicked the water gently every now and then. The sand felt soft underneath my feet. I enjoyed the soothing sound of waves crashing and seagulls crying in the distance. It made me at ease.
I didn't want to go back to the beach house. I don't want to face Noah because there's a good chance I'll break down and he would see how broken I was. I didn't want to see Cadence either, I was so done with her.
My feet stopped walking on its own account as I heard rustlings. I felt my pulse quicken but it slowed down after I saw my (Mr Dickson's) house. If someone were to kill me right now, I could just run back or scream for help. It wasn't that dark out anyways, but the sun was starting to go away.
I sighed longingly and drop my shoes to the ground and then gently sat on them. My mind wandered about as I got lost in my thoughts. But my thoughts about Ryan Gosling got cut short as I heard loud grunts from far behind me.
My body jerked up in surprise and it twisted around to see the owner of the voice. I couldn't see much other than a masculine body dropping down onto a chair at the terrace. The man was at the house beside mine.
I let out a shaky breath as I pushed myself up onto my feet and started creeping towards the man. My hand clutched tightly onto my shoes as I hid behind a bush. I crouched down and poked my head out from the bush to take a proper look at him. From where I stood, I could only see certain features. I had a good view of his muscular back and dark mop of messy hair.
I noticed he had a sweatshirt on as he clenches and unclenched his fists. And then started to grumble every cuss word ever known to man. My mouth twisted into a smile as I somehow got entertained from this.
Now that I looked at the position I was in, it felt wrong. It felt weird to be spying on this guy I didn't know, so I walked home. When I walked past him, I took a peek at his face and then stopped right in my tracks. Because guess who it was.
Tyler fucking Hawthorne.
Of all people, of course, it just had to be him. I can't believe I just spied on him.
His eyes were hooded so I couldn't see if he were looking at me or not, but I hoped he didn't see me. There was a small bottle of something in front of him. It wasn't a bottle of liquor, more like some type of pill.
Was he sick? I wondered. But that was none of my business.
I knew it was none of my business, although I wanted to make it mine. I was curious and wanted to know what's going on. Who was Tyler Hawthorne really is?
I was aware that I'm going to regret this later but I couldn't help it as I approached him.
His hand suddenly shot out and grabbed the bottle in front of him. With a deep breath, he twisted it open and shook out a whole handful of it.
