I've been suffering from the worst writer's block ever. I had so many ideas, and then I would grab a pen and BAM.

Blank.

I wrote this down in 15 minutes, just... Didn't edit it, it came straight out of my head.

I'm sorry if it's not good, but I at least got to give you something.



"It's always the same between you two, isn't it?" Her laugh tingles your senses. You didn't realize she was this close to you. It's torturing and you're concentrating on your breathing instead of on responding to her. "You fight about something useless, and then you make up again. Right?" She sounds relaxed and you dare to glance sideward, only to see her lean back and close her eyes. She's enjoying the last rays of sunshine before the night falls. You hurriedly look away, scared she might feel your eyes on her. She doesn't, and you both don't say a word.

You expect her to break the silence, because you never know what to say. "I don't get why, though," She murmurs, softly and you realize she's not really talking to you anymore. "I'm dating him for almost a year now, and he still doesn't open up to me." You know you have to speak up, otherwise she'll leave. You don't want her to leave, because this is the only moment of the day you can be alone with her. Just before the sunset. "Mitchie," You're proud of the way you say her name, it sounds calm. It sounds cool. Everything you're not, at the moment. "He will." The pride you had, just a minute ago, vanishes. She doesn't want to hear this, this is not the answer she wants to hear from you. "I should go," She mumbles, getting off the ground and wiping the dirt off her jeans. "I'll see you soon, Nate."

You don't say goodbye and just listen to the sound of her fading footsteps. 'If only you knew', you think, 'if only you knew.' And a lone tears makes its way down your cheek, you don't mind. You're allowed to cry, because, after all, you're not Shane.

It's not your job to attract the nice girls, and it's not yours to win. You know your place, and he does, too. You could have told her you pick up the pieces. You could have explained that you're the one who makes sure Shane Gray doesn't overdose. You could have said you pick him up with your car, every night, when he's too drunk to walk on his own. You could have whispered that you always loved her and that, in reality, Shane never did.

But you didn't. Why?

Because it's Shane's job.

And Shane fucking resigned ages ago.


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I would appreciate it, a lot.