They despise each other.
More so, she despised him.
All because of an old game of truth or dare.
He messed up and he knows it, but yet it still seems she can't forgive him even after all this time.
That is until, she was dared to kiss him.
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As I watched her board her flight, I whispered, "I love you Olivia Dayh." And I left the airport with tears rolling down my face.
I got home and went straight to my room. Plopping down on my bed and dragging my hands down my face.
Memories from last night filling my head.
I paced around my room. Anger filling me up.
I couldn't live without her.
Not even for a second, let alone three months.
I couldn't take it anymore. I needed her.
I punched a hole in my wall. Not because of the anger, but the hurt.
She had barely left, but I didn't care. I already missed her.
First month without her: •TW: sex!al assa!lt
She was the life of the party, but they weren't the same without her.
Vanessa had tried to get me to hook up with her, "Heyy Nate, I see your girlfriend isn't here." She was caressing my arm.
I cleared my throat, "Yeah she's not here."
She smiled at me. I knew exactly what she wanted, but the last time I gave it to her, Olivia hated me.
"No Vanessa. Go fuck someone else's boyfriend." I stepped back away from her.
She scoffed as she walked away.
I shook my head as I took a sip of my drink.
She had only been gone for about 2 weeks, but it wasn't the same. I haven't adjusted to her being gone.
Every time I tried to call her, it said she wasn't under any service.
I tried keeping to myself. Lea would talk to me once in a while to make sure I was doing okay. I always told her I was, when I wasn't.
A pack of cigarettes, sitting on my bedroom desk. I just stared at them. I had an urge to smoke, but even if I did send her a song, it wouldn't go through. How would she be there to help me?
I didn't want to keep her from having fun just because I can't control myself.
I ran my hands through my hair and sighed.
Grabbing a cigarette and lighting it, I didn't send her a song. I just smoked away the promise, I made to her, away.
She wouldn't answer my calls, my texts. I tried calling her for a month straight, and nothing.
What was I suppose to do for three months?
At every party I went too, Vanessa always tried getting me to hook up with her.
