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Naomi:
I didn't sleep well last night. Fucking hell. The night's events played on repeat in my mind, sobering my body and filling me with regret. Anymore and I might burst
All I know is, you're beautiful
And she was. She is. So fucking radiant, even when she's sleeping. peaceful, lying there on my bed. She looked so delicate, so fucking fragile.
I didn't want to have to hurt her. I didn't want the morning to come, for her to wake up and see me. I didn't want to face her. Look her in the eye. Those eyes unravelled me, as simply as if I were a piece of string.
She made me feel. Feel like nothing had ever done before. She filled that emptiness that had been engulfing me since…Fuck. She opened doors and knocked down my walls.
Emily Fitch could shatter my soul, yet I hardly even knew her. That scared me.
I'm still lying here, sleepless, watching the ceiling intently, flicking my eyes between the clock face and the sleeping figure beside me. Waiting for a signal.
Its four AM. The light is beginning to shine through the half closed curtains, but not awakening any inspiration. That's why God can fuck off. Never here when you need him, is he?
Shit. I don't do this. I don't stay up all night worrying about the morning. I don't feel, show emotion. I don't kiss girls. Fucking hell, I don't do blowbacks. That's the crux of it. My body working without my mind, she made me fucking uncontrollable. It scared me that I had no control.
Lighting a cigarette, I quietly manoeuvred myself out of the small bed where she lay and huddle on the floor, near the window.
Nicotine, my friend in times of need. Friend, fucking friend.
I picked up my phone, dialled the number that was engrained in my memory:
"Freds? I need you."