After staring at the ceiling for what seems like hours, I hear a knock on my door. I jolt up so fast, that I get a rush of dizziness and fall back onto my bed. I sigh, frustrated.
When will my body stop betraying me?
"Come in," I manage in a weak tone.
A bit of light from the hallway comes streaming in, and I can't help but wince. It isn't until my visitor starts talking, that I realize who is in the room with me.
"Hey Liam, h-how's life?" Samara asks. She was never one to beat around the brush.
"Oh, you know— just tryna get by," I say. I can't see anything around me except her blue eyes, piercing the darkness like the tip of a sword.
She grabs my hand, interlocking it with her own, just as she had in the hospital, a week before. As the warmth spreads through me, I am reminded that I don't have to put up my tough front.
Because I'm not alone in this.
There is someone else in this burning world that knows exactly how I feel. And she's not being weird about it. She's being real. So I give her the most real answer I can think of.
"It fucking sucks, you know?" I let my words flow out of me like a river. And suddenly, all of it, my anger, my sadness, my regret, goes away. For a minute or so, anyway.
"I know," she replies quietly. "I know."
—-
For a while after that, we just sit there in silence.
But we don't have to say anything, because we have each other. And although we've just been robbed of everything, at least we have that.
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Remembering Taylor Mason (Rewritten, 2020)
Teen FictionSeventeen year old Taylor Mason loses his life one seemingly perfect summer day , leaving his best friends, Liam and Samara to have a very turbulent start to their summer *Not to contradict any stories previously made*. Trigger warning: deals...
