I began to be able to see my breath. The cold air surrounded me, making me shiver and wish for warmth.
Honestly i regret not bringing a jacket, But who would of thought i'd be laying here right now.
Definitely not me.
I couldn't help but let out another sigh before i carefully climbed from the roof into the window of the tree house.
It was slightly warmer due to how it was built.
I closed the windows and the door while making sure to lock the door.
It was like a little mini home. All for me. Except it wasn't all for me. It was Carson's as well.
My thoughts couldn't help but bunch up and begin to overwhelm me. I honestly didn't know what i was doing. I wanted to go home but i knew he'd be there, or maybe he wouldn't.
Maybe he was out looking for me right this second. Either way it didn't matter. I'm sure he wouldn't check here until it was his last option.
Why would i go to the place he would look first. That's the trick in the whole situation. He'd expect me to not be here due to me knowing he'd check here first. Reverse psychology i guess you could say?
I couldn't help but stretch my body out across the pull out couch. You'd expect it to be dirty after all these years but i guess Carson has been taking care of it.
My eyes began to flutter shut as the silence somewhat consumed me. The last thing racing through my mind before i dozed off was Carson. Carson fucking brown
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Breathless
Short StoryPreviously known as "That girl" Life is such a delicate and dangerous thing, so why not live it to the fullest? because at the end of the day we know only one thing that's certain about life.. no one makes it out alive. After the tragic death of C...
