A/N: Hey guys! So I'm back with something, well imma just say it, sad. Hopefully you still like it,
Here ya go:
What where they doing? She often wondered what this was, this mess of limbs and broken thoughts. What were these lies and secrets and locked lips and pang in her chest.
They were only pushing further, they were only going to break more. Each night, crawling back like it was going to be different, better, happier. The brief moments and familiarity did not provide comfort.
This wasn't love, it was a bad addiction. He pulled her close when she wasn't sure she wanted to be but she kissed him back like her life depended on it. The taste of alcohol and mints that didn't work mingled and her brain was hazy.
He gave her broken smiles and held her close at night. She waited for the day the morning would be better too. She waited too long for it to lead to nothing.
This was unhealthy, and she knew she had to leave, but even the thought of leaving hurt and she didn't know what to do. Her heart and brain and everything was overwhelmed, and it was too much. Too much to the point she knew she had to run away.
She promised herself one last night. It was almost like he knew because it was different. Everything felt different this time. There was an end this time.
When she walked away the pang in her chest grew heavier and the way he slumped in the corner, hair covering his face, made it worse.
That was a while ago. She was better now, mostly. But she could still see his broken smile every time someone mentioned happiness.
A/N: So what did you think? I'm not really sure where I was going this, it's not trying to say anything specific that it. Just something I came up with and decided to post despite the angst just because. I could write another part to it, or like a companion piece if you guys want? Let me know!
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