Loving Wren

Loving Wren

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It is odd how people can expect things and be so blind as to how their expectations are ridiculous. I of course knew that my expectations for Wren to come after me were ridiculous. I had told him that I couldn't see him anymore, why in the world would he ignore me? All of this and more fluttered about in my head while my shirt grew increasingly soaked from the heavy rain. It wouldn't have been quite so bad for them to suspend my license after my suicide attempt, if we didn't live on the coast of Oregon. Yet again I regretted my choices from months before. Still, if I hadn't tried to kill myself and been diagnosed with chronic depression, I wouldn't have ever met Wren. Here I was now, throwing our relationship (friendship, partnership, acquaintanceship, whatever it was considered) away. It was an easy thing to explain to myself, why I had to do it that is. If he died, it would be inevitable for me to go down too, but distancing myself from him was a whole new difficult feat. It might even be better to just die. That thought had lost all meaning by now though. Dying seemed better than practically anything now days. Dying especially seemed better than walking through the rain like this, my house was still 10 minutes away. I groaned loudly in distaste at my current situation.'I would rather walk in this thunderstorm for days than lose another person' I bitterly thought about Wren. Ugh, what was I going to do? I needed him, he was the only one going through similar situations. Even my mom and all her perkiness couldn't understand this. Regret started to itch under my now goose-bumped skin. How could I push him away? I finally pushed open my font door and stumbled into the foyer, my signature scowl decorating my pale face.
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THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR SUPPORT<3 "Im serious kitten. No one believes me." I got angry. "So you told everyone that you stole her innocence, laughed at her, treated her like shit and now you're here pitying yourself." He got angry. "Hails the story isn't true. I didn't do it." A moment of silence. We were both staring at each other trying to read each other. I finally spoke up. "Dont call me Hails." He looked confused but then he smirked. "Ok kitten it is." I grew angrier. "No not kitten. HAILEY. That is my name and that is what you will call me. I am not your pet to call me kitten and you dont deserve to call me Hails. GOT IT?!" He was shocked by my outburst but then he smiled. Not a smirk but a real smile. "Ok Hailey, I just wanted to tell you thank you for...you know Friday." "Yeah yeah no problem. " I was about to walk away but then he turned his back and was cursing himself. I had 2 choices: pretend to not see him and walk away or... well lets just say I did something reckless and stupid. I walked up to him and hugged him from behind. He was definitely not expecting that and he was stiff. A second later he loosened up and turned around and hugged me the proper way. He hugged me TIGHTLY. So tight I couldn't escape even if I wanted too. Honestly, I didn't want too. I know this is weird and all but that hug was real and full of emotion if that makes any sense. I felt his sadness through it. I decided to break the silence and whispered, "Why me?" He whispered back, "Why you what?" "Why did you decide to tell me?" "Because you're the only girl who doesn't giggle every time I speak." We both chuckled. We were still hugging mind you. "Hailey, I'm sorry I just feel so... so..." He couldn't find the right word but I knew it. I finished for him. "Alone." He moved just enough to look into my eyes. He was still holding me. His eyes were unreadable. I got scared, thinking I said or did something wrong. But then he smiled. "Yeah...alone."

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