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grace
his lips are still pressed to mine and my head won't stop telling me this is wrong.
my heart doesn't want to stop but my brain knows what will happen if i keep my lips on his; everything will be repeated.
i fell for it once but i can't allow myself to trip again.
i push at his shoulders so his lips aren't connected to mine anymore and he looks puzzled.
"i can't get hurt again." i state as his face transitions from puzzled to sad; however, his emotions shifted and he started to laugh.
"what's funny?" i asked as he sat there shaking his head laughing, almost as if he is taunting me.
"what's funny is that you think i'm the old grayson." he told me as he entered a state of anger.
"you can't blame me." i spoke to him as he stood in front of my face as his mixed emotions fixated with anger, for now at least.
"but i can blame you for being a little bitch about it. just let what happened fucking go grace because i'm getting sick and tired of this 'grayson hurt me' bullshit." he said and rage filled my body.
grayson
the words have already left my lips and i can't take back the words that i let overflow out of my mouth.
"leave." grace stated to me.
"i'm sorry that's no-" i begin to apologize but she cut me off by telling me to stop and pointed towards her bedroom door that has little blue and purple flowers painted on it that she did herself out of pure boredom.
i turned my body towards the painted door wrapping my hand around the rusty knob twisting it and exiting her room.
i know the words hurt her, the painful words i let spill out to her could wound anyone.
the look on her face when i said what i did won't stop replaying in my mind; the shock that hit her, the sadness that appeared, and the anger that sunk deep into her skin.
i don't even know why i proceed to try, she is so fragile anything can bruise her brain and her heart.
grace
it's been almost two hours since grayson left my house and the only sound is the constant dinging sound my phone lets out.
"why won't he leave me alone?" i think to myself snatching my phone off the cream shag carpeting looking at all the texts messages and occasional calls that have been made to my phone.
grayson: grace.
grayson: please grace.
grayson: i'm sorry.
that's only a few of the multiple text messages he has sent me.
grace: you know what i think is really funny?
grayson: what...
grace: the fact that you continue to say "i'm sorry" but you don't do anything to prove you're truly sorry or trying to change so stop telling me that you're sorry because that's the "bullshit" i'm sick and tired of.
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hey mah doods,
sorry for the abrupt ending but i have massive writers block and i have redone this chapter six fucking times beCAUSE I COULDNT FIGURE OUT HOW I WANTED IT TO GO
*takes a minute to calm down*
done with my yelling
ily
