❝Sometimes it's better to let them go,
even if the truth hurts
and my bitter truth was that he left in the winter,
I hope he found his spring.❞
When 18-year old, Zoe Lunette, finds herself sitting with a boy, at the edge of a cliff she rea...
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I kept clicking my tongue, to try not to overthink about the situation. Is whatever I'm thinking true? Is the Felix I got a text from, the same Felix in the battle ring or is it just weirdly coincidental and I'm wasting my time trying to make sense out of two distinctly different things?
I detest overthinking on my ability to overthink.
Scrubbing his wet hair furiously with a towel, my brother entered our conjoined room and plopped on his squeaky bed. The wall beside his bed adorned posters of music bands and 'peaceful' quotes.
"Zander, I, um... have to ask you something," I started fidgeting with the end of my blanket.
He was typing away something at his phone but nevertheless hummed in response to continue.
"How did we get inside? And how did you know... about something like this?" I asked trying to keep a straight voice. As much as I was worried about the coincidence, it didn't cover up the fact that my brother was somehow in contact with... such illegal activities.
"From my mate, Felix himself. But did you honestly see the way he fought? The first time I met him, the bruises on his knuckles didn't make sense, but now, Oh my God! I can't help but think about how dope it was."
I cringe, pretty much, every time he uses some slang words. Even my friends think using slang words makes them cool but the standard meaning, for example, for dope is stupid.
People use it without knowing the actual meaning and don't even get me started on 'savage'.
I, for myself, use things like 'shooketh' or mood! Something that makes sense for once in its entirety.
"Yeah, it is stupid. You wouldn't by chance, possibly, mayhap have, your friend Felix's number? If you do, I'll serve you hot tea," I begged and to add an extra effect because Zoe equals extra and extra equals Zoe, I puffed up my cheeks and furrowed my brows.
I hate myself sometimes.
"Uh... No, I don't. Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you. Now, tell me why you need it and serve the goddamn tea," he said moving a bit far with suspicion, his face morphed into one of confused.
"If you don't have his number how did you get the details to get in?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest.
"Insta?" he responded slowly as if trying not to test my patience.
I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and opened the blocked chats before shoving the phone in my brother's face.
"Is that him?" I asked, as my brother slowly took the phone and stared at the message.
