* ALINA'S P.O.V *
its been a few hours, after around ten more minutes of me and frank trying to find the remote, we found it. fucking finally. anyways, we started watching some shitty indie horror movies. the third movie ended and frank turns to me "i can't watch one more of these shitty movies, there's never a happy ending!" i chuckle "frank, they're horror movies you dipshit." we both burst out in laughter, after the laughing dies down, i add in a much more serious tone "plus their isn't always a happy ending at the end of every story." frank turns to me, his brows furrowed. "Alina, you've read a book right?" i turn to frank with the most confused look on my face, on the edge of laughter, i say "well no shit Frankie" he looks down at the peachy-nude looking carpet, i start to get concerned with how serious he's acting.
*FRANK'S P.O.V*
"lets go to bed, its been a long day. i say to Alina, im quite literally on the verge of tears. im going to have to tell her? but how? paranoid thoughts fill my head in a matter of seconds, Alina follows me into the bedroom and we both lay down for a few minutes in silence. its around 2am but the anxiety isn't stopping. "why did you ask me if i've read a book Frankie?" my fave heats up. "U-h uh alina, you know in books when a really bad thing happens and sometimes you just wanna give up on the book and read another one?" she nods and i continue, "we cant do that in life. its not how life works. as much as you want to return the book to the shelf, you can't. even if you dont particularly like the book doesnt mean others dont, i-i mean look at us, you're struggling with life at the moment and i can see that. but alina." Shes looks up at me through the shitty green LED lights in my room. "please dont put the book back on the shelf just yet, you're not even past the first few chapters, it'll get better. i promise you that." i can see her eyes tear up, as do mine. i softly grab her face and kiss her soft, light beige pink lips.
