𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝙻𝚊𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝙻𝚊𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 ; 𝟸𝟽 ; 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙸𝚝

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝙻𝚊𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 ; 𝟸𝟽 ; 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙸𝚝

𝙸𝙸𝙸𝙸𝙸

Dear, Lawrence

Avery and I are making a plan. We both want you to be happy, even if you won't love me anymore.
Just knowing that it all was a lie, everything I said, will make you feel better I know it. You will see soon, give me time.

Love, Tate

𝙸𝙸𝙸𝙸𝙸

Oh my god.." I repeat, pushing him off of me. "Is all you do lie? You obviously meant it! You really do want her!"
     Immediately a sob escapes my lips, "Whatever I did obviously doesnt matter to you because you fucking slept here last night didn't you? You slept with her.. you're angry at me?! You hypocrite!"
     I try to put my hair up, wanting the overwhelming strands off of my face.
    "I never touched Presley!" He screams, grabbing onto me while I try to pin my hair up and fixing it for me with quick and aggressive hands.
     "I sat in your bed for hours so I could feel like I had you.." he mumbles, pushing me to the mirror and grabbing my bag for me.
     I have to go to college right now, right after dealing with this.

     "You've never wanted my presence in your entire life, Tatum." I mumble, walking out my door and down the steps. He kept following me.
     "I don't know how to make you normal again-"
     He walks me out the door and down the driveway.
     "You can't! My 'normal' was loving you. I'm NOT doing that again."

     He growls, "I fucking know!" He screams, grabbing onto my wrist. He takes off his trench coat and places it over my cold shoulders while he begins talking. "God! You don't understand, okay? Stop acting like you know what happened. You don't. What I said, what I did, it doesn't add up and I know it. I'm trying to fix it. I'm trying to fix us."
     "Us?" I gasp, "You don't want an us! You made that clear!"
     "Lavender!" He groans, shaking his head and squeezing the bridge of his nose. "You will see. I just... I won't keep it from you anymore okay? I love you. I know it's confusing. I know I'm hurting you, you just have to know, and trust me."
     I stop moving, furrowing my eyebrows in silence. I don't know what to do. I continue moving once again.
     "You wanna know why I was really in your room, Lawrence?" He stops walking. I keep going.
     "My dad died last night." He mumbles.
     I stop.
      "My dad fucking died last night Lawrence! I needed you, and you weren't there! So of course I went into your bed and I laid there and I hoped and prayed that I wouldn't lose both of you in one night. But I did! You weren't there, you were with another man! I can't get you back anymore so there's no point in lying. I laid in your bed and I smelt your shampoo on your pillow and your dress on on bed sheets. I cried and cried and prayed that one day I would get you back because I can't do it without you."
     I shake my head. "You keep saying that!" I say, tears streaming down my face while I turn and look him in the dark blue eyes, he was so pretty.

I had him... what did I do wrong...

     "You keep saying that you can't do it without me when you didn't want me!" Tears stream down my face and my hands go limp. I can't hold my tears in anymore. "I've always wanted to be there for you! I wanted to be there last night! I never wanna be away from you! But you hate me! And I don't know what I did wrong but I know that you wouldn't make me feel like this without reason. I don't know why im not enough.. but you didn't want me there. You told me you didn't need me! You told me..." I take a break, letting out a sob. "You told me you never wanted me, Tate!" I cry.