𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 | 𝘀𝟰𝘀.

- 𝟘𝟙.

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Pleasure of love lasts but a moment. Pain of love lasts a lifetime.

I blankly stare at the ceiling watching smoke clouds fill the air.. my vision slightly blurred from the tears I've previously cried. A knock at my door earns an eye roll from me.

Standing up with the blunt in my hands, I walk to my door opening it to reveal my mother who seems to look concerned.

"Rem, are you okay? You've been cooped up in this room all day.. I just wanted to check up on you."

I blink back the tears that threaten to fall while nodding my head.

"I'm fine mama, don't worry about me." I slightly croak out. She gives me a sympathetic look..

"Are you sure?" I nod once again, sending her a fake smile.

From the look she gives me I can tell she knows I'm not okay but decides not to say anything.. instead she plants a kiss on my forehead and turns around. I close the door behind her and walk back to my bed, plopping down with a sigh.

As soon as I get comfortable, my phone dings. I grab it with a groan and check to see a message from an unsaved number.

I know I did you wrong but please talk to me Remedy.. I'm sorry, just let me explain. It reads.

I scoff at the message, blocking the number. I finish off my blunt and close my eyes, letting darkness take over.

I open my eyes slightly, rubbing away the sleep. The sun shines brightly into my room as I sit up in bed. I flip back my comforter and climb out of it, sluggishly walking into my bathroom.

I stop in front of the mirror dreading the reflection that stares back at me and all I can think is.. where did I go wrong?

I blink back tears and start a shower, stripping myself from my clothes. Quickly, I step into the shower.. allowing the warm water to hit my skin which causes goosebumps to form.

I stand underneath the water, lathering myself in body wash.

By now, my body is covered in soap suds and I begin rinsing them. After a few more minutes my shower comes to an end and I step out, feeling cool air nip at my bare and wet skin.

I dry away the water droplets and slip into clean boxers and a sports bra before I start to brush my teeth.

My routine is almost finished as I walk out to find an outfit which consists of a black shirt, grey sweats and black retro 12s.