She never talks to anyone at least not anymore. She just sits by herself in a corner with her hoodie hiding her face, she had wavy silver hair and shining dark blue eyes from what I can remember.
She was once a very bubbly girl that smiled every cha...
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The universe gives and the universe takes. I've spent years being depressed and alone, listening to therapists. I lost everything in one night, the universe took everything and I wondered for many days, weeks, months and years; why didn't it take me? Something so tragic brought so much trauma and it silenced me. It even locked me away in a dark place and threw away the keys.
We were never perfect to begin with but in my eyes, it was everything. Now it's gone. The other pieces of me are gone and I'm not allowed there. Even I never thought I'd ever speak again, I could, I just didn't want to anymore because I didn't deserve to feel happy again because it's my fault.
Then came Christian, so obnoxious, so oblivious, so arrogant and so very much annoying. He most definitely isn't perfect, he says he fights those who deserves an ass beating but I think he fights not only because he thinks they deserve it, but because of the adrenaline rush. He's kind of closed off too, no one knows why he is the way he is with the girls and the fighting. He never kisses them, never shows any affection of the sort, he just never gets attached I guess. What's marvelling is that we had classes together for years and he didn't notice me until a week ago when I was in his seat.
He's not a bad person, he just behaves like this to protect himself. From what? I have no clue.
Although I despise him a bit and swore I would never end up in his bed, here I am.
I wiggle out of his firm grip and swing my feet off the bed, I need to leave this placebefore someone barges in and sees me here, I thought tip toeing towards the door. Where are my clothes?
I search the room frantically with my eyes. It's Saturday and I have things to do so I really need to leave. "They're in the bathroom" his husky voice startles me causing me to shriek, I abruptly spun around and pulled at the hem of his shirt that I was currently wearing. This looks so bad. He's sprawled out on the bed with one eye slightly opened still looking at me, his hair is a complete mess falling everywhere and somehow he still looks adorable.
His little green eyes flutter open, "hey you" he stretches and groans. His voice is so raspy right now it's hard not to want to kiss him or something. Just do something.
