my dude yall aint readyyyyyyy omggg im so excited yall dont even know y/n is italics and adam is bold
ok anyways on with the story
3rd pov
"uhm hey"
"hey...uhm you look really nice"
"thanks uhm so do you"
they both walked closer together meeting in the middle
the lobby being scarcely empty they sat in silence for
a moment longer when y/n says
"who are the flowers and bear for?"
"huh wha- oh these uhm there for you...here"
he hands them to her basically shoving them into her arms
"oh uhm thanks i guess"
"your welcome"
y/n had no idea what to say
adam knew exactly what to say but didnt have the balls to say it out loud
Adam's pov
shes leaving
crap
this isnt how i wanted this to go
...how did i want this to go....
ok go with your gut
come one adam say something!
"wait!"
yeah thats a start shout at the poor girl
"please stay....im sorry"
oh good she stopped walking
"look at me please......i didnt mean it...."
shes turning around
her eyes are red
god i hope i dont make this worse
"what?"
"what i said...at the beach i didnt mean it any of it....
i dont know what had came over me at the time
i hardly even remember what i said it was like i blacked out and
something took over me im just im sorry please....forgive me"
she was silent
searching me
is she gonna forgive me?
god i messed up real bad
i should just go before i emberrase myself even more
everyones gonna call me a cowa-
"its ok"
3rd pov
adam stops walking
she was so quiet almost no one in the room heard her
but adam did
he heard loud and clear
adam turns to look at her
hoping to see her beautiful y/e/c shinning staring at him
only she isnt looking at him
instead shes staring at the ground
"i know you didnt mean it but.....but it still hurt and it was sort of my fault....i over-reacted to something i shouldnt have and made a big deal out of something that i misunderstood completely"
adam was speechless
he didnt no what to say
he didnt know how to react
and then he heard a voice
a terrible voice that makes him regret who he is
a voice that sounds like the nails scratching a blackboard
a voice that makes him question himself
'am i good enough'
'what did i do wrong'
'why dont i just listen'
the voice echoed in adams brain
"you listen to me you win the goodwill games you win
at NHL but you gotta focus on hockey and hockey only
no distractions and especially no girls"
it was that voice...
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Playing with Life & Death
浪漫"if i had to describe adam banks in a sentence id say hes playing with life and death" "if i had to say something about y/n y/l/n id say she is playing with fire and ice TW: mentions of self-harm, abuse, cursing, death credit to mah bestfriend nayel...
