Edit: Did you guys see the unknown 1 button? :3

Well. This is awkward... I haven't posted anything in ages and this is what I'm posting. Nothing even closely related to anything... You all must hate me just a little bit. Go on, a bit? Well, I promise that the next chapter's of Aftermath Of the Storm & Girl Dressed In Red Hiding in the Shadow 's will be up soon! I swear. For now this is just a little oneshot that should keep your thirst happy.

Warnings: Uh, none.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sweets or anyone apart from Whitney.

Reviews are my crack. Feed my habit.

My phone vibrate's on the coffee table and draws me from Olivia. Reaching for it, Olivia's blue eyes lock onto mine and she snatches it from the table. "Olivia, can you please give me my phone."

"Why? Do you need it? Is it from your other girlfriend?"

"No, I just would are to know who it's from."

"From some contact named Doctor Black."

"It's not important."

I don't bother to read the message.

Delete.

I'll write this, then end up never sending or showing you because I can't bare to see your eyes water or your fists ball up. I will never feel the same way about us, all because we both made mistakes that are unforgivable and now I'm the one who is left to hurt and cry alone because you have to be the tough one in this relationship so that I don't break down and do something stupid again. I still don't even know the whole story, or even why those things happened, I don't even know if I really want too. I'm just so sick and tired of feeling this guilt and pain when I wasn't the one who did all that stupid shit and now I can't even go a night without crying and no matter how much you try to make it better, it will never be the same because you still did it, and I know at that moment you wanted it.. Or else why did you do it? Just to piss me off? There could be so many answers and reasons why you hurt me, but because I will never ask I will never know. All I ever wanted was to be happy but you ruined that a long time ago.

Yeah. I'm not sure where that same from. I feel that right after the break up, Whitney would probably say something like this (She texted it instead) and Sweets' would be all "yolo, whatever."

Quoted from a text that I sent in year Twelve to Matthew Davidson.