Part 70

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*** I know this one is short. I'm writing the next part right now. I promise it'll be up soon. ***


-Avi's Point of View-


I woke up next to Mitch, a familiar discomfort in my lower back. I pushed up onto my elbow and looked down at his perfect face. The sun-kissed glow of his skin and the shine on every piece of hair on his head screamed perfection. I love him so much. Do I deserve him? I sat up, slowly sitting on the edge of Mitch's bed. I don't deserve him. He's too good for me. I pulled my hands through my hair, holding the ends at the back of my neck. Why does he even want me? He has to, right? I stood up and made my way into Mitch's bathroom, where I'd hidden my anti-depressants in the back corner of his medicine cabinet. As much as I hated them, I needed them at least once a week. I grabbed the small orange bottle and pulled it out. It was empty.

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