Chapter 8

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Why did I ever agree to go to that stupid bonfire? Why does everything hurt? Why can't stop crying? Why can't I be heather?

As soon as I got to the bonfire heather came into sight wearing his sweater. He gave her his sweater...its just polyester? Why do you like her better?

Is it because I'm not heather, I could never be heather.

I couldn't bare the sight of him holding her hands, he'd put his arm around her shoulder

I've never felt colder.

Him kissing her is forever engraved inside my head, he'd never kiss me I'm not even half as pretty.

He never looked at me like that, was it to much to ask for him to look at me like that?

I should've never went to that stupid bonfire

Craig caught me crying and took me home but by than I was incredibly drunk. HE tried to comfort me but that didn't go over so well.

For the first time ever I told someone else about my silly crush

No it isn't silly, it isn't a crush

It's pathetic and its obsession

I can't remember the rest of the night but I could swear I thought I kissed Craig

My heads a mess and the only thing I remember is the damned sweater and him kissing her, why'd he kiss her?

Of course he'd kiss her, who wouldn't want to kiss heather

To him she's an angel but she'll always be the devil to me...

I Wish I Were Heather BXBWhere stories live. Discover now