I woke up at around 2 in the afternoon. I walked out of my room to see Neil. But he was no where. I checked the guest room but he wasn't there. I settled on the couch as I was still feeling sleepy and tired. I was yawning when I noticed a note on the table.
'I have to go to finalise my appartment for my stay in New York. If you feel like you want to answer my questions in order to get yours, call me at this number. I won't see you until you want to talk.
Bye.
Take care.
Don't try anything stupid. I have my eyes on you.'
I am not going to call him. Why should I answer his questions? I don't even know what his questions are going to be. Oh, but I want my answers. I thought it was better not to think about it and the best way was to listen to music.
I went through all the songs in my phone and then decided on Stitches by Shawn Mendes. I connected my phone to the speakers and played the song.
I thought that I've been hurt before
But no one's ever left me quite this sore
Your words cut deeper than a knife
Now I need someone to breathe me back to life
Soon the words took over me. It looked as if the song was written for me. I wished I could say all this to Theodore. Tell him that this is how I feel, exactly, right now.
Got a feeling that I'm going under
But I know that I'll make it out alive
If I quit calling you my lover and
Move on
My heart felt so heavy with all the pain. I was all choked up.
You watch me bleed until I can't breathe
Shaking, falling onto my knees
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
Tripping over myself,
Aching, begging you to come help
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
Just like a moth drawn to a flame
Oh, you lured me in, I couldn't sense the pain
Your bitter heart cold to the touch
Now I'm gonna reap what I sow
I'm left seeing red on my own
Got a feeling that I'm going under
But I know that I'll make it out alive
If I quit calling you my lover and
Move on
You watch me bleed until I can't breathe
Shaking, falling onto my knees
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
Tripping over myself,
Aching, begging you to come help
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
Needle and the thread,
Gotta get you out of my head
Needle and the thread,
Gonna wind up dead
Needle and the thread,
Gotta get you out of my head, get you out of my head
You watch me bleed until I can't breathe
I'm shaking, falling onto my knees (falling on my knees)
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches (and I'll be needing stitches)
Tripping over myself,
Aching, begging you to come help (begging, "Baby, please.")
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
(And now that)
I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
(And now that)
I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
"Come back and help me, please!" I said as if he could hear it. Even when I decided to use my heart less, everytime Theo came to my mind, my heart just gets far away from my control. I missed our conversations. I missed the taste of my sweeter life. And, right on time, to match my lines, Adam Levine started singing.
