Yesterday was just a crazy day for me... I was all over the place and so were my emotions. First, I went through the angry crying faze, then came the regret. I'm so weird.
I need inspiration for this story and it's kind of stressing me out along with all the school work. I'm going to focus on my new story from now on and leave this thread alone for the time being. Yes. I am having period of self-declared mental health time.
I'm coming back to this story. I think I will switch back and forth between Naughty or Nice and Father Dearest.
Why, thank you Thanks for letting me take that mental health break. I'm still dieing from ll this anxiety, but it's getting better!
SURPRISE UPDATE! ATTENTION: Lately, I have been in such a bad condition and I really want to thank you guys for letting me have my grace period. I didn't got to school today so I'm going to be writing, eating, sleeping, and praying. No joke. I apologize about my outbursts and the ones to come. I am truly grateful for all this support and I love you guys! IN THE PRESENT Olivia's Point Of View "Stop," I breathed. "Don't." I put my hands up against his chest and pushed him away. His hands slowly retracted, sliding against my back. "I loved you, Liv. I really did. And I'm so sorry," His voice was cracking. As he paused, he let out a long uneven breath and a spot under his eyes reddened just like it always did when he was going to cry. "I'm sorry that I loved you. And that I let myself hurt you." There was a long pause A single tear escaped from his eye and slid from his cheekbone down to his chin. Mine followed. I hadn't even realized this salty fluid had built up enough to overflow. "Can I just have you? For just five more minutes? Just five. That's all I need. I won't bother you anymore." His voice broke off many times. I took a deep breath and digested his question. "Yes. Five minutes. No more, no less." Truthfully, I had wanted this for the longest time. The thing I never got a chance to have in this relationship was closure. It had never officially ended and this felt like a good way to say goodbye. My heart ached as he sat next to me on my elevated hospital bed. I rested my hands on his muscular body once more. He pulled up his hands around the arm that didn't touch him. My ear sat on his upper chest. Our eyes closed as silence swallowed the room. His heartbeat was strong and steady although it quickened slightly. It was like nothing had changed. It was like we never left each other's side. "Lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones." He sang. Dyl remembered. Our song. "I will try, to fix you." I finished the chorus of Fix You by Coldplay. I felt a sharp pain in my heart as we connected one last time. Our voices were pitchy, filled with tears. I swallowed thickly. For these five minutes, I forgot. I forgot about James, about my family. It was like the world had washed away from existence and James and I were the only ones left. "For the record," I voiced. "I loved you too." It was hard to speak when my breathing became so uneven from all these tears that stream down my face and onto his t-shirt. His arms tightened around me like he would never let go. I opened my eyes and looked up to see his dark stormy blue eyes just like his dad's. One kiss goodbye wouldn't do much damage. I craned my neck upwards and he leaned down. My eyelids slowly closed as our lips met. They fit together perfectly, which reminded me of James. Shit. WHAT WAS I DOING?!? He was the love of my life's SON! Caught up in the moment, he lips started moving down to my neck, and then my collar bone. I tried to push him away, but he only pulled me closer. I opened my eyes and turned to look if something or someone to help only to see what I had been fearing. My mother and James. Short update? Was it worth the wait? FEEDBACK PLEASE By the way, if you read, you gotta bump!