OKAY! This is my first One Shot, I hope you like it! (please no hate, please)
The song plays over and over again in my head. Unable to leave where it's been placed. Is it not true that love is hard, and that it may never work? Remembering the times I thought I had found love, I was surely wrong. Come on Skinny Love what happened here? The question reigns true to me. "If all the love was wasted than who the hell was I?" I sing quietly. "My my my- my my my- my my my- my my. Come one Skinny Love." I continue to sing.
I hear knocking, and I ignore the sound.
"Come on Skinny Love, just last a year! Pour a little salt we were never here. My my my- my my my- my my my- my my. Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer.
"I tell my love to wreck it all, to cut the ropes and let me fall. My my my- my my my- my my my- my my. Right the moments this orders tall. And I told you to be patient and I told you to be fine." I continue to sing as the knocking grows louder.
Finally though I stand, and answer the door. "What do you want Zane?" I say unknowing to whom it really was.
"I am not Zane. I am Pixal. The Primar-" I stop her.
"Save it Pixal." I shoot angrily "Now, what do you want?" I snap.
She handed me an envelope with great detail in black and teal. I raise my eyebrows. I have an idea as to what this is. I sigh. "Thank you. I'll read it." I say.
I notice a pretty little ring clasped to Pixal's artificial skin. I manage a fake smile, and close the door again. "Fantastic." I mutter.
I slide down against the door, and open the envelope, careful not to rip it. Inside there is a primly folded and nicely decorated letter. It read:
Dear Skailar,
You have been invited to the wedding of Zane Julien and Pixal Borg. We hope to see you there.
~Happily Zane.
I refold the note, and put it back in the envelope. I let out a sigh, and just sit there. I should have seen it comming. But I guess my vision was to blurred by hope that Zane would come back for me. Love hurts. I had to learn it the hard way.