Author's Note: Alright, Kayson is on a roll! I got ten of the answers on Jeopardy and it's like really hard.

Day Eighty-Three: If This Was a Movie by Taylor Swift

I heard my heart pounding in my chest; it was so silent in the room.

It reminded me of the sound I heard that night.

It reminded me of footsteps on the stairs. My footsteps.

It was six months later and I could still feel his fingers on my skin. I was almost reaching out to feel his skin on mine.

But he wasn't there.

I had been thinking about it a lot lately. Too much for my own comfort.

Time stood still that night. It wasn't still enough.

Sometimes I'd look out my window on a rainy day and expect to see him standing there, waiting for me. Sometimes I even think about joining him…

I walked away from the window. I couldn't look out of it. But I was trapped in this room now. I was trapped in my own mind. It was so miserable.

I could recall from so long ago when we would be with Hanna and Caleb and Emily. We were all so happy.

Well, nothing like this ever happened to them.

It wasn't fair to be bitter with them because of something inevitable that happened. We both changed. Still, I feel like I let him go too soon. And maybe…it never would've happened had I not said goodbye…

I knew it was so dangerous to think like that. I knew it must've been even unhealthier to visit the places we used to go where there were so many memories. Some were welcome and inviting, but others were haunting and…scary, almost.

The one which haunted me the most was when he promised nothing would tear us apart. Not even death.

I felt pretty torn.

My life always felt like a movie or some dramatic play of sorts. It had for a long time. But if it were a movie, things would be different. He could come back. He would be back.

I could just see him. He wouldn't be wandering or anywhere else. He would be on the front porch of the house. He would never take no for an answer and he would want me to come back.

And I would say yes. I'd tell him that we'd never fight again. I'd promise that we would be fine in the end. I would tell him that I would never be so stupid to let him go.

But I guess that everyone forgot about the ending.

Whomp whomp.

Sarah: Nope, not much talent. This is subpar. Well, this was better than whatever it was I wrote the previous night. Now THAT was messed up. No, but seriously, I feel like crap. I have a cold (the common cold. Sorry if you don't get that and you're not a diamond. This was lame).

LittleBittyAbby:Yeah, I just don't really feel like...I don't know. I guess I kind of wish you took a bit more time to develop everything. I think I liked most of the plot points (I think there was one I just recently read that really made me annoyed or something, but I can't remember and it may not have been your story). Oh, I feel that way about my stories all the time. Like nobody (until recently) has said anything negative, so now that they are...I don't know if I'm excited or upset. Excited because maybe now I'm getting tougher critics, but maybe upset because my writing is degenerating.

MilaMizz:Once, I think I slipped up and told everyone my first name (not explicitly but implicitly) and my last name (also not explicitly but implicitly, and not at the same time). No, I really may fail math, bio, AND history. But mostly math and bio. I suck at those two (and by suck, I mean...not pulling A's). No, because whenever my father drags me off to the synagogue, I could fall asleep. And I want to. believe me, I want to.

AL3110:OH MY GOD, AL. I think I must've told you this like a thousand times. I'm Jewish. Jews can't eat pork or shellfish or meat with dairy. Therefore, I cannot eat chicken on pizza. No. I so don't get it, but whatever you say.

tobyequalshottness: No, it's okay. Sometimes I just drift off during my reviews or I get like really confused, so nothing personal. :)

I have eight days of school left and all I can say is HALLELUJAH because I cannot with everyone anymore. Bring on the summer so I don't have to deal with people anymore.

Alright, the next one-shot is going to be Locked Out of Heaven by Bruno Mars, which I'm pretty sure you all know. By the way, it's not nearly as dirty as I kind of wished it would be. But oh, well.

Is someone counting how many days until PLL? Because that's like my last official day of school, so I'd be happy to know. -Kayson