"Dead!?"
"He died of heat stroke."
I rub Scott's back but he pushes away. I get up and leave him be. I thought he hated him? I don't get it. Why would you cry for the death of someone you hated. Human nature is an odd thing.
"Babe can I sleep alone tonight?"
"Uh- you,you sure?"
"Mhm," he quietly says.
"Okay." I say in a dry whisper.
I grab some clothes and shut the door behind me getting into the shower, a wave of sadness rushing over me. I put on my pajamas and walk out to the couch lying down on it. I look up at the ceiling, so this is what it's like being kicked to the couch. Harsh. A tear trickles down my face as the loneliness overwhelms me. I've always been used to being alone. But this time was different.
I look at the clock to see it at midnight. I put on my shoes and walk out. Maybe a just need some air. I walk out towards the park nearby and sit, listening to the sounds of the night, it felt...peaceful.
Until my mind reminded me why I was here. That Scott kicked my on the couch but I try to remember he is in pain. But the over powering sensation of loneliness hits me and tears fall. I drop my head down and cry, letting it all out. What if I'm left alone
What if this was all for nothing?
I wipe my tears away and look up at the sky, the bright white stars glowing like faire lights in the sky.
"Please tell me I made the right decision" I whisper
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FanfictionPerfect trip to Los Angeles... Until the car breaks down, in the middle of nowhere. And Mitch Grassi's life is taken into a deep plunge of where next?
