TORN (a Liam Payne Fan Fiction)

XIX. Causticity (Part 1)

~Liam's POV~

"F*** this. So you're following me now? What is wrong with you??"

Carson's sly smile never left her lonesome face, although she did jump a little when I shouted at her.

"You tell me," she sassed, trudging to where I sat on a swing made out of a tire. I looked at her face and her mischievous smirk was gone. "Let's see: who left town just when everything seems to be finally becoming okay? Who promised to never forget? Who, Liam? WHO?? Don't you f***ing dare tell me that I'm the one who's erroneous here, because I never did anything I'm not supposed to. I stayed even when I had the hint that you wouldn't f***ing come back! And, it wasn't just that I knew it, it was freaking slapped. In. My. FACE."

After Carson's sudden outburst, the only sounds that can be heard are the wind and her rapid breath intake. I don't even know what she meant, but I kept quiet and thought about what I was supposed to say next.

I counted a few more seconds. "What... are you talking about?"

The look on the girl's face was priceless. She opened and closed her mouth as if she was about to say something, but even if she had done so for at least three times, nothing came from her mouth. It was as if I said something so unbelievable that even if I had a billion lawyers, no one would side with me.

I made a did-I-say-something-wrong face, but she only took another gust of air and ran towards a big enough tree. She punched it and screamed in- surprisingly, not agony- anger. Carson had been shrieking bloody murder for thirty minutes tops, and then she fell to the ground as if she just died.

With a gulp, I stood up from the swing and carefully sat beside her head. She seemed like she was really dead because her limbs were sprawled everywhere and her eyes were closed relaxedly. Nevertheless, I was a little scared that I might irk her again so I tried to not make too much movements.

The next events... I didn't know why they happened. I wasn't drunk. I wasn't drugged. And I definitely wasn't under some magical spell. But whatever it was that made me do what I did, it sure seemed impossibly enchanted.

I leaned down so my lips were close to her ear that wasn't covered with her wild golden locks. I whispered, closing my eyes. "I'm sorry."

I sat up again after placing a small kiss on her forehead. I smiled a bit and let it fade as I walked back home, not daring to look back.

She didn't deserve my sorry, but someone doesn't have to deserve something to have it.

~Carson's POV~

I heard Liam's footsteps slowly die down as he walked farther away. I heard a lot of things from the moment I walked to this park. I heard the dried leaves crunch beneath my feet; I heard the rope supporting the tire-swing strain as it rubbed against the branch of the tree; I heard Liam say "sorry", his mouth so close to my ear it almost felt like it was a part of me; I heard my heart beat faster when his lips touched my forehead; but I also heard something that is not presently there- I heard the memories, what had been before all of this mess. The laughter, the joy, the carefree spirit.

Nonetheless, I am now here, and there is definitely nothing I could do to bring it all back.

Everything seemed to have gone silent when I opened my eyes. The sky is now painted with mixed hues of orange, yellow and periwinkle, yet the sun still refused to sink behind the shadows, as if it was waiting for the perfect timing for its final act.

I decided to wait with the sun. I stood up and brushed myself off of leaves, and then I walked over to the swing and sat. I looked over the distance as I let my feet slowly rock the swing in a steady rhythm.

Everything I've done and will do have always been vain attempts. All that I've strived hard for, all that I've let go, and all that I've failed to not let slip through my fingers.

Everything.

Every. Goddamned. Thing.

I've never thought myself as desperate, but when Liam left that peck on my forehead, an unseen window seemed to have opened and light shone right through. All of a sudden, everything was clear and I have seen how undeniably desperate I am just to get things right. And in my forlorn attempts of actually digging up something, I just made things f***ing worse.

But, bulls***.

I am me. How dare I undermine myself?! We are all provided with weapons that we need to survive this battlefield we call life, all we have to do is stand up and fight. If we don't get up, we'll die.

If I continue to just sit around, I'll die.

Hell, why did I let a single touch of his lips woo me into thinking that it was I who was wrong?

Tut, tut.

No, not again.

Not anymore.

He begged for peace. But he had no idea that what he actually drew was a war card, and there is no returning it to the deck.

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WHOA, that is some srs drama ! What do you think about Carson's deeper and more satiric side? What do you think will happen? The comments section is free for you to blow up (aha, what?).

I'm sorry for this chapter being so short. I'll make sure to get back to it quick so y'all wouldn't have to wait for so long. As always, vote and fan and whatever if you liked it !

'Til the next time,
JustAnotherNerd ♥