amelia. - calum hood

"every time my phone fucking buzzes, i keep thinking it's him. i'm homesick for arms that aren't even there anymore. his name hurts more than cuts and bruises or the taste of alcohol down my throat. i sit here alone for days not thinking, because i know if i do, i'll think of him. i was prepared for the pain that would come, but i didn't think he would be this important to me, i didn't think it would hurt so much." i whispered to the stranger next to me.

the stranger was speechless, not knowing what to say. ranting on i spoke.

"when he left, it's like i left with him. i'm suffocating and he was my lungs."

drawing one last intake,

"you can't breath without lungs right?"

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