Don't make the same mistakes again

Revenge

Dylan

It has been days since the kiss, but still the only word in my mind other than curse words is jealousy, I am jealous, so f*king jealous of Mark and Bray. 

Days ago, I had watched them hugged, kissed, touched, and played around with each other. I was so jealous of how happy Bray was when she was with Mark. I was flaming with anger and hatred. 

What in the world was I thinking? Dating Delilah, falling for Brayleigh, maybe even Emily and now I'm flushing over jealousy when I was obviously not meant for Brayleigh. I should just move on,  so why the hell do I feel like it is so hard, almost impossible? Why pick a fight and snatch from Mark when it was clear he came before me?

I kicked off my duvets and took off in a tornado of hurt to the beach, there was always no one at home so I didn't care about how big a tantrum I threw. I was getting lonelier and lonelier by the day, more bored because I am so used to taking care of mum when she was ill and dad after he started drinking, and now, I felt like a useless, empty loner. Tears threatened to spill out but I kept it in. I had no idea where I was going until I landed on soft sand. 

The beach? What. The. Heck, Dylan?

That was when I saw her there, she looked so troubled, hair tied in a bun. I just want to walk up to her and do something to make her feel better. To see her smile, to hear her laugh, to fill the emptiness in my heart......

Brayleigh

Damn school, damn home, damn work! I had missed modelling today because the migraines had kept dragging me back to bed, causing me to end up oversleeping, missing work and in addition, I missed my dancing and lecture classes too! Thank goodness I made it in time for finals not long after rushing off to pick Carlo from school and heading home before running back out for errands.

I had finally finished errands, mum and dad were just yelling at me for what happened in the morning causing a worsening in my headaches, I left them arguing at home and decided to wander off somewhere else far from home. 

Before that, I had no intentions of heading to the beach, I wanted to drop off at Mark's but he wasn't at home and was not picking up any of my calls. So in the end, I gave up and dropped off at the beach, too tired to even think straight. My mind only recalled the kiss with Mark.

His kiss is not at all the same as those movie stars', but it steeped in a passion that ignites between the two of us. It is like a promise of the realness of his love to me, of the primal desire that lives in us.

I had no idea how long I sat there, as tears started streaming down my face, I could do nothing but sit cross-legged on the sandy shore and stare at the horizon in front of me. Waves of a deep royal blue crept towards me before retreating back to the ocean, only to repeat the process in a cycle that caused droplets of salty water to spray onto my bare, sand-encrusted feet.

For a moment, I saw a silhouette of Mark moving over to me. I wiped my tears clearing my vision, at the same time standing up ready to embrace him, my heart was so confused but grateful that he finally came to me, but I couldn't help but wonder how he found me, was he stalking me? I gasped and was ready to lash my words out at him when the figure appeared to be, Dylan.

His facial expression not just sagged but was lacking its usual liveliness completely, as if he had left his spirit snuggling under the duvet. His eyelids drooped and there was a slight lolling to his head, drunk with fatigue. I wondered what made him look like that, and the fear that it was my fault aroused in my head.