Wishes you Regret

Drums, Despair and Windows

Evans POV:

It's been two weeks since that argument with Freya; two weeks and I still haven't slept. I've been holed up in my bedroom alternating between playing my drums as loudly as I can and putting my head in my hands and cursing why I let the minor disagreement get out of hand.

I get up and pace to the window overlooking her house. Many times in the four years she's lived there we'd stand at our windows and communicate through our mini torches--she'd taught me morse code especially.

I wish I could see her now.

Their house was currently empty, as they'd all packed up and left for a get-together. Usually I'd be invited but-

Yeah. The circumstances were different.

I missed her birthday for the first time in four years. She was fourteen now, and I didn't even give her a present.

I was too proud.

I'd said some bad things in the argument. Some terrible ones about her and those she held close--not that she hadn't about me, but perhaps I had been neglecting her recently. Suddenly, my phone rings. I glance down at the contact: Brittany Daeys.

My potencial girlfriend. At the beginning I was interested because she was pretty, popular and could boost my bands status considerably but none of that mattered now.

Not now Freya was gone.

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