Don't make the same mistakes again

Reality hurts

Dylan

It sure made a hell'a lot of sense when they clearly showed me that I didn't fit. Even the dumbest person like Tony knew they loved each other too much for Brayleigh to ever ditch Mark for Tony or me. 

Brayleigh was heartbroken, her soul clearly fading away like Mark, with Mark. I pitied her, I wanted to be the one her heart breaks for, but like me, a little of my soul had etched away with Delilah, and Brayleigh may face the same thing, Brayleigh doesn't deserve so much grief. When I see Tony, I want to make sure I dislocate every single one of his body parts until he lay dead on the floor. 

Anger flared in me. Reality seriously hurts, just when I thought I've found someone to help me move on from Delilah, she becomes taken, so good, just perfect!

Today, I promised to accompany Brayleigh in the hospital with Mark because no one else could. I walked in steadily, and found her crouched over Mark. He was still unconscious. She was whispering ever so softly, "Don't leave me. You promised. You promised you wouldn't leave me while you're asleep, we'd do the things you wrote on that list." 

Until now, I was still trying to figure the list she was talking about. The two sure did a lot of things behind our backs. I cleared my throat and her head shot up.

I see those gravity-drawn shoulders painting a picture of her broken heart, as if neither it nor your soul would welcome a beat. I see in her devastated eyes and that her brain has built some new walls between us, between everyone, so lonely on the other side, so unreachable. If only she would give me a chance, then we can take them down brick by brick and start to feel together what it means to be more than friends.

"Hey. How are you? How is he?" Wrong questions. 

No words came but her tears spoke it all. Sorrow, pain, even loss. "He's not making any improvements is he?" She shook her head, body trembling. I moved over to grant her support, but her look and her unwelcoming walls only pushed me further away, the more I edge over, the more she backed away. 

"The... the.. doctors... said that he may... not make it." I looked over at Marks health report.

I noticed they located and timed all the shots. The last shot on the chest slit his heart cutting through a vein. I winced in disgust, surprised that he is still alive. I looked over at him. 

Hey man, you better make it out alive, there must be a reason you are still f*king alive. If you don't survive this, damn you because I don't know what to do with Brayleigh. She's torn and withered without you and she will be gone if you leave us, you hear me?! 

Obviously he didn't, silly......

Brayleigh

I can't stop loving you. You betray my affections and leave my heart in shattered disarray of broken shards. I remember... your smile so intoxicating. Your fingers brushing through my hair so addicting. Your laugh the sexiest and certainly contagious. You and your flirtatious self knows just what you do to me, you spoil me every day. You don't mind my company even when you are at the busiest stage. I'm empty, lacking energy, lacking Vitamin U. I can't sleep or eat, and I blame it on you.

 "The... the.. doc... tors... said that he may... may not make it." was all I could say, he was supposed to be... I don't know... I really don't understand anything, anymore. He walked over to Mark's health boards as if that was the answer to his questions. 

The truth is, I tuned out, I am too agonized to feel, to see, to hear, to talk. Even though I know he hasn't fully left me, I still spoke to him like it would be my last time doing it even though he can't hear shit.