Third Person's POV
She hurt. She hurt bad. She ran towards the ladies' bathroom and sat in there crying her heart out.
I killed him. I killed his future. Can he ever swim again? Will he still get into all those schools? I doubt it, Her Bad Side said.
And as if the neighbourhood of her brain still had plenty of vacancies, a very possessive little brain citizen took a seat at the table. It engulfed all of Hope's power and threw her body in the lake of lost dreams. This emotion was greedy and didn't listen to any of the others. It was Depression's right hand man. And it's name was Guilt.
After half an hour of tormenting herself, Lyrique found her in the bathroom. Her shift was over and she expected to find a slightly cheery Keia and take her over to her apartment for their sleepover.
But when she opened the door to the bathroom, Lyrique found an extremely distressed seventeen year old girl curled up into a tight ball in the corner of an already tiny cubicle. Her hair was messed up and she was hot in one area and cold in another all over her body. As if it couldn't decide.
Lyrique opened up the door and closed it behind her. She sat on the floor in the corner diagonal to her friend. She imitated Keia's close position and kept silent for a bit. Thinking.
"Kay, I hate to see you looking so awful," she said. She heard a small laugh that escaped involuntarily from Keia's mouth.
Lyrique's bluntness and understanding reminded Keia of Quinzel, only Lyrique had way more experience when it came to hurt. So it made her feel better.
"What happened when I was helping some model wanna-be chose the right thong for her cover shot?"
Another laugh came out. It was more audible and let Keia lift her head up and speak.
She took a deep breath and did what Lyrique taught her. Explain piece by piece.
"I saw Cyrus. He was just standing by the terrace."
" That's great. How did you feel? " Lyr said, approaching the problem with caution.
"I feel like my missing piece was back together and way better. I also couldn't believe he was real," she said softly, trying to focus on what happened in order so she didn't burst into tears again.
"What did he do?"
" I think he felt the same. Because, he's back was turned but he felt my presence. We slowly walked up to each other and then, I knew he was real. He smiled, I smiled and then I hugged him like I could never let him go. "
Her eyes lit up at the memory of the feeling. It warmed her inside.
"Then what happened?"
"We felt so amazing, but something felt weird. Not bad, but like there was something amiss and different. So I pulled from to look at him. And then..I saw it.." Tears were starting to lubricate her eyes slowly.
Lyrique felt scared suddenly. She had no idea what could have anything to do with Cyrus that would cause her friend such pain.
"What was wrong?" She barely whispered. She was worried.
"Its..it's all my fault. It is my fault. How could I have been so-so reckless?" Her voice cracked and she was trembling.
Lyrique shuffled closer and leaned against the wall next to Keia. She held up her friend's chin and whispered.
"What is it, doll? Maybe it wasn't on you as you think."
Keia fought through the tears and spoke as strong as she could.
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Beautiful People
Teen Fiction"There's a world beyond being rich, famous and popular," he told me. I never believed him. Yeah sure, he could pretend like he wasn't a part of that world. Like he had no relationship with wealth and easy life. He told me he wasn't fased by all tho...
