8 more days. How do you feel?
'Okay. But we have plans every night leading up to it.'
You are still saying we Chris. This won't be a we in 8 days.
'Feels like it is coming too soon.'
Not soon enough. Now shush your boyfriend is speaking.
I shook my head looking up seeing Peter across the table smiling and talking. What will he do? What will he say? How will he react? I sighed softly resting my chin on the palm of my hand.
His yes met mine. There was silence, he wanted me to stay at his place for the rest of the week. I declined it. I didn't want him to think I was getting better being with him and then go through with the plan.
"I was thinking," he started to speak clearing his throat, "maybe we could stay together for at least two more nights? I don't want you at that house for a while." I said determined.
I agreed with him to stay for two more night. Two more nights with him. That won't be bad maybe good for us. Good for me.
There is no backing out Chris we are doing the plan.
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Two more days. Are you ready? Are you excited to leave this place?
I laid in my bed staring at the ceiling. Peter was coming to get me soon. Sunday was around the corner. The plan in motion. Was I ready?
Of course you are ready! It will all be over soon. No more regrets Chris. No more lies.
I nodded to myself with a slight sigh looking at the time. Then my phone. I had texts from Peter.
Peter: Are you ready for the movies baby?
Me: Yes, I am leaving now you on your way?
Peter: You know it baby!
Me: Okay. <3
Peter: <3
Hearts? That's new. Do you feel bad?
I'll be leaving him. Peter... I love you
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Meet me on the bridge
General FictionA boy with a smile that killed was really the most depressed guy in the school. Jokes and names get to a teenager fighting depression. Till a point he tells the person he loves to meet him on a bridge.
