Tears start rolling down my face and he unwraps his arms from me and leans forward, placing his hands on his face.
"I'm sorry, Tris." He says, squeezing his fingers through his hair.
"I'm so, so, so sorry." His voice cracks and my heart breaks.
"What are we going to do?" I ask him, I don't feel the need to say it's okay; because it's not. But it's not entirely his fault. It's mine too.
And now I realized I will never touch alcohol again. Ever.
Tears start rolling down his face too. I guess he doesn't want to be a father either. I mean of course he doesn't, like me, he's too young.
I pull him to me, wrapping my arms around him. And he holds me tight to him. So tight it hurts, but I don't say anything.
We both need this.
Your welcome. Two updates! Lol. I hope you enjoyed them and I'll try to post another soon.
I'll probably post some as the rest of the day goes by.
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Truth or Dare? No war.
Humor"Its time."he says grabbing my hand and running to the back of the stage, then I look at my watch, its only 7:45 it doesn't start till 8:00, "Its not time yet."I say, once we teach the stage. "I know."he says, "I thought I would save you from them."...
