Abyss
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MatureOngoing6m
Last published Thu, Dec 22, 2016
It doesn't make any sense to me how someone who seems so perfect can be so lost inside. I knew never to judge a book by its cover, I just didn't know that his cover would be beautiful and his pages so dark.
"That doesn't mean you shouldn't try to find love, or loose hope that you could " I scoot near him, probably getting a shitload of sand through my shorts.
"Look who's talking. Besides, you don't know shit about me"
"That's completely different, no matter how I feel. I have hope. It's disheartening how you think. Plus, you and I are nothing alike. There's a lot you don't know about me either, Damian" I try to point out, still staring at him while he stares out at the sea.
"We don't have to be alike. And I don't have to know you. No one is whole and happy and has everything in their hands. Everything changes once realization kicks in. Like I said, Simple." He says, drawing circles in the sand.
"Things will always get better or change. But you can't always be so bitter and push people away. Someone will see through your mask. Someday it won't work. In the end, everything will be okay for everyone. Eventually." I try to get through to him, pushing away the hair blown in my face by the winds.
"Who asked your opinion, anyways?" He snaps back, turning towards me. His eyes focused, and brows arched. Obvious irritation and anger plastered on his perfect face.
"Not everything is sunshine and rainbows, with daisy fields. Not all poems rhyme. Not all girls deserve to be loved in return. Not all guys are saviors with white horses. Not everyone has their dreams come true. Not everyone falls in love or loves you back. And for fuck's sake, not all stories have happy endings"
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"What do you want?" I snap, slamming my locker shut. His casual smirk, messy dark hair, tan skin, strong arms, eerie storm-grey eyes... the list could go on of things I notice- that I shouldn't notice- about him. "Oh, I want a lot of things." He inspects a speck of dirt on his arm. "I'm sure you've heard the news?" His eyes flicker back up to meet mine. Does he know? No. He can't. So I roll my eyes. He can't know that I know, that I would do anything to be the first one he tells. "You'll have to be more specific." I mutter, trying to look casual as I inspect my nails. "Well, it involves a certain title of the swim team," He offers. I shrug. "So you got captain. That's cool. And what do I have to do with that?" He narrows his eyes, trying to read my expression. Unfortunately for him, I have mastered the art of hiding my emotions. "This is what I wanted to talk to you about. During English," He fiddles with his sweater sleeve. "I recall you trying to talk to me," I frown. "Well, I..." He swallows, seeming... nervous? "I'm not doing too great... subject wise. And if I don't pick up my ass soon, I might be forced to quit." He rubbed the back of his neck, making his shirtsleeve slide up his arm to reveal a strong bicep. Not that I notice. I narrow my eyes. "And what do I get back in return?" I cross my arms. I'm going to be late for the bus if we don't hurry. He studies my face. "Name your price." He mirrored my position. I sigh. Money... but I don't need it. Popularity... but I don't want it. I meet his gaze steadily. He lifts his chin, the tiniest bit, but it doesn't intimidate me. I square my shoulders and stand up straight. He's only just taller than me. "Stop pretending to be perfect." All rights reserved. Cover art by me :) but will probably be redone soon
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