ON HOLD
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"What do you want to drink, angel?" He whispered in my ear as goosebumps rose all over my skin. I roll my eyes at him secretly adoring the nickname he's chosen for me.
"Haven't I told you, Harry, that's not my name?" He gives me a genuin...
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Distant.
I could feel it. When someone close to you begins to become distant it's hard understanding why.
They're there physically, but mentally? Very much distant. I wasn't sure if it was something I'd done or just her own mind playing tricks but she was nowhere to be found sometimes.
The past two weeks she's been holding on to me, always needing to be touching me or being in my presence.
Not that I was complaining.
I could see it, she was connecting us physically as her mind traveled further and further away.
I'd do my best to assure her and be there for her but I could see the doubt. She was doubting herself, the confidence she's always had was slowly crumbling.
The walls she's worked so hard to build we're being wrecked; her resolve dissipating.
The world was never kind to her in the first place, even now. I know her mother had been in contact with her over the weeks.
Every time Angel hung up the phone you could see a piece of herself withering away. She tried to be strong but after so long you can't win the fight.
It was like her mother assumed all she ever did was ruin her life. Which was far from the truth, she'd been bettering herself.
She was working very hard to stay sober and it was taking a toll on her. She promised me she wouldn't touch drugs again.
It made me so angry and sad for her. I just wanted to help but time and time again she'd tell me she's fine and not to worry.
She was not fine.
We stayed together as much as possible, whatever university and work would allow. I wanted to give her all of my attention when I could.
She appreciated it, I could see it was hurting her inside becoming so distant but it didn't seem like it's something she could stop.
I would never blame her, our minds can be a haunting and terrifying place.
I was always comforting her, as I am now. Laying on the couch in my apartment with her head in my lap as we watch The Office and I play with her hair mindlessly.
She would always hum to herself when I did this, it was her favorite.
I ran my hand softly through her long brown hair twirling the ends on my fingers before I'd go back up to rub her scalp.
I had easily put her to sleep almost an hour ago but I didn't want to move her.
I was enjoying the innocent and happy look on her face as she slept.
The sound of footsteps ripped my attention from the television, seeing Liam walk into the living room. "Hey man." He spoke up and my eyes were already on him.
