Hi there! This is a thing to describe Katie's Feelings on how she feels for her friend; Lee Jordan. This is inspired by this post: .com/post/18022955569/katie-cause-tumblr-is-eating-things-it-shouldnt
I hope you enjoy and yeah!
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, just the plot.
Katie's eyes were closed. She could feel tears just welling up in her eyes. Know she knew what he meant by solid. He wasn t sure on what he felt for her. Or at least, that's what she thought.
She closed her eyes. I think you should go. Of course. I was thinking the same Bye. He awkwardly hugged her and he left. He walked out the door, closing it behind him.
All Katie could do was think of him. Her thoughts just played that over and over and over again. She wanted to go curl up into a ball and die. She couldn't move. She didn t want to move. She stared at the spot where he was standing before. Lee. Was all that came out of her mouth.
She leaned onto her wall and sank down onto the floor. She brought her knees to her chest and hugged them. She put her head into her knees and cried. It was for hours that she d been sitting there. Hours ago he left. Hours ago she was hugged. Hours ago she was able to smile. Turns out, it was only minutes. Minutes can take forever.
Why did I have to tell him? Why did I develop feelings? Why am I in this situation? She wished she could hit rewind. She wished none of this happened. But she knew she would regret it later. She didn t know what else to do. Things happen. She had to accept it. And she did.
But she cried and cried. She knew it wasn t the best to cry, but what she s learned over time, it s better to let it out than hide it away. Keep it inside, until it eats you alive. In her head, she could hear his words from years ago. Katie s always tried her hardest not to cry infront of him. She did once. Only once. But what she remember he'd say "Crying doesn t solve anything. Does it?" She shook her head. He was right. Crying doesn't solve anything.
Katie got up. She went to the loo and wiped her tears. She took a shower, put on clothes and looked at herself in the mirror once more. She smiled for once, after he left. She knew she could get through this. It s not the end. She knew it wasn t. She d be able to talk to him sometime. Maybe not today. But it could be tomorrow. In a week. In a month. In a year. But she will be able to talk to him again sometime.
She sighed and went to the living room and read. She didn t forget what just happened, nor did she pretend nothing happened. She simply smiled. She deserved to.