Your P.O.V I woke up in (c/n)'s arms. I tried to pry his arms off of me without waking him up... I failed. He woke up, a confused expression plastered on his face. But as his gaze landed upon me, it had softened. "What is it?" He would ask with a cool yet sweet voice of his while caressing my cheek. "Nothing, I'm only getting up." I replied. He let go of me, got up, and walked out. I got up as well and stretched, mimicking the sound of a whale. (C/n) was a very sweet person, he accepted every flaw of mine, would protect me no matter what, and do anything for the sake of my happiness. I walked out of the room, only to walk into a room of delicious aroma. You looked at (c/n) as he cooked breakfast for the two of you. You had noticed something, however. "Hey (c/n), where are your parents?" He smiled brightly at you as he lifted his gaze from the (f/f). "They're overseas," he returned his gaze to the food. Even though his face presented merriment and joy you could also see the sorrow in his eyes and as well as regret. You knew that he wouldn't be comfortable talking about it, so you respected his boundaries. You both ate breakfast, not a word. The both of you loved each other's company, even if there wasn't anything to say. A sudden noise broke the comfort of that …show more content…
I could hear her talking. Or actually groaning in disgust, I believe. She came back out to finish breakfast. Curious, I asked "Who was that?" Which, she only replied with a "Nobody." I finished first and she finished shortly after. After she was done she headed towards the bathroom. I noticed that she left her phone on the table. I picked it up thinking that I would give it to her after she was done. Her phone turned on, due to the motion sensor. I saw a number in her phone texting her. It didn't have a contact so I suspected it as a wrong number. So, I texted the unknown person telling him that he has the wrong number. He responded back only a few seconds
She fixed both of her hands so they were gripped on my window and she was trying to push it down and stick her face in it. She was mad but then said this: “Why are you trying to find this dog??” We replied to her and summed up what had happened, quickly. Her response was, “Why don’t you try to go find the owners?” We wanted to shake our heads and say to her, “What do you think we were doing?” but instead we let her talk. The last thing she said was, “Okay, girls, have a nice day and she walked away.” We were so shocked and confused at what just had happened. I sped off while I could get away. I didn’t want her to come back to the car and start something
and she did not realize the it was me. She seemed rather in a hurry to get to her grandma
I saw the pink soles of his feet first. They were facing towards the door, and, they didn?t move. None of this was hard, any longer, because anger had replaced my fear. I was angry, because he had succumbed to the powerful attraction of alcohol. Angry, because he had completely ignored them. Angry, because he had broken his promise to me.
He's on the phone in the parlor, dear; I suspect he's still there. He sounded pretty drunk. Probably coulda lost his stompers.” I then proceeded to lunge from my bed, still in my pink floral nightgown, sliding around the corner on the hardwood. I slammed into the couch in the parlor, my hands grasping the wall for the light switch.
Nausea penetrates my stomach. On reflex, I tighten my arms around my stomach, comforting myself. When he brought me to the club, I was unsure of what to expect, but I didn't anticipate him taking me home so soon. Like a well-trained puppy, I follow him out into the frigid night air, causing me to shiver.
Read this, okay? I've tried to stop caring, but I can't. I'm sick of being worried about you, so tell me wtf is wrong? Why do you "give up"? Tell me what happened.
Ember moved her sight to the bed beside her. It was empty, but the sheets were still used. "Maybe he just left", she had said, trying to stand on her numb feet. A folded piece of paper fell to the cold, tile floor. Ember grabbed a corner of it, unfolding it slowly.
Hey, I'm just now going to bed, but I wanted to say that I hope you're safe and okay (alcohol can be dangerous❗️) This is going to be a pretty long text, but I think that if I don't say this now, I probably won't ever, and I'll be in this painful perennial cycle of wanting to say something and never actually saying it. Principally, I just wanted to convey how incredible I think you are. You've said some very nice things to me, but I don't think I've ever done the same, though, and that's unfair.
Neal would never let me go, he would keep a constant eye on me and try to stay in my life. I couldn't accept it, so I bit my lip as I turned my head slightly away. A heavy burden overwhelmed my body. I looked up, gazing into Neal's eyes. He had already walked closer, closing the space between the two of us.
I can't believe how this came to be, all of this time, I didn't think you would notice me. But I caught your eye, I guess, I'm the guy with the music and the tress. I'm the same one that runs the 4x2 all in all, I just want to get to know you.
She was screaming “JJ let her go! You are hurting her!” He let me go and my Grandma said to him “Get out of my house!” He was getting his stuff to leave and he called my grandma a “fake old lady”.
I'm sorry if these get anoying but they aren't supposed to be. It's supposed to be cute and remind you that I love you. There's so much I was going to tell you last night. I know why I'm always afraid to tell you. It's because I'm afraid of what you will say.
ENTRY -4 Looking back to days gone by, Think of all the ways i've tried, to show you that my love is true, since the day you said "I do." Trips together to the Kugnae shore, with you beside me I was never bored. We'd laugh and lark in the sun's bright rays, cuddle 'neath a woven sheet when the day gave way. Now I reflect upon your sweetest smile, Your updone hair, and your personal style.
Mallory arrived a few minutes later. I open the front door and as I looked at her, her eyes told me that they were sorry. She stepped inside. “He’s on the back porch.” My voice wavered as I spoke.