I always wondered what it'd be like to rob a bank, steal a car, drink and drive, and even kill somebody. I wanted to know the feeling, what the thrill felt like. To know the feeling of all the things I've seen on TV, know what all the fuss was about. Well now I know and "HE" was the reasoning for it. All of it.
It wasn't like I did it because I hated my life. I was fine with the life I had; if anything I loved it, but there was just a missing gap you know like a puzzle piece you can't find. I mean the fun we had was so thrilling I mean like fucking magic. Just not until what we did. At least what I did. I still wake up with nightmares and the worst part is he's not even there anymore to comfort me or tell me "everything's gonna be fine babe," nothing because he isn't around anymore.
I should've known because he was so much older then me and had so many dreams that he could do, but I was holding him back from them. He was talented and knew all the right words to say. And his hair was something so unique that anybody could remember it. His voice was so soothing that just hearing him talk could make you relaxed and fall asleep.
But let's back up and start from the beginning.
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It'll pass soon
FanfictionSometimes I wish we'd never met, yet sometimes I wish that I could go back to everything we went threw. But what I hate the most is that he's gone from my life.
