A NOCEUR SEQUEL.
THIS CONTAINS MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT.
"Roses aren't always red and violets aren't exactly blue, the society we live in never seems to speak the truth."
"Smiles aren't always happy and frowns aren't always upset, people judge too...
"Tell me that it's not my fault Tell me that I'm all you want Even when I break your heart"
I think this one suits them.
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12, June, 2023 𓆩♱𓆪
I ran my fingers through my curls as the warm water ran down on me from the showerhead as I was thinking of how fucked up this day will possibly be while I stare up at the sunroof, seeing how clear the sky is and beginning to miss the grey hour.
I'm saying this because I think Niall told the others about what happened the other day. The day when I almost had a chance to kill Devlin Heart. Yesterday, I spent some time alone at home and then searched for vinyl and came out of the shop with nothing new so I went straight home and started writing.
I open my eyes with wet lashes, now feeling my eyes burn a bit as I turn off the shower and slide open the glass shower door so I can get out and get dressed, not knowing if I'm late to show up at a place Niall wanted me to show up at two-fifteen with the others who expect me to show up.
After getting dressed, I went back in the bathroom to put in my contacts while Niall started calling me for the millionth time today. He also decided to be my morning alarm. "What!" I shout at the phone on the counter while I search for my contacts. "You need to stop calling me or else I won't show up!"
"When are you on your way?"
"In a second," I grumble, opening the medicine cabinet and then the drawers.
"Come on, man!"
"Just sh-" I shut my eyes, now realizing that I ran out of contacts for my eyes. I balled up my fists, now in the need to punch the glass in front of me but I knew I couldn't. "FUCK ME!" I yell, grabbing my phone and rushing out of the bathroom, grabbing my bag off my well-made bed and my helmet.
