Ticking Time Bomb ↠ Liam Dunbar [2]

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         ▽ End Of The Day by One Direction

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'' I was racing through life, utterly confused and angry. I don't know if I was out of control; it was more like I felt frustrated with myself and everything I saw happening around me. ''

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''You don't have to come, you know,'' Liam cooes softly towards the girl pulling the same graphic tee from the day before, over her head. ''You can just sit this one out.''

Lea played with the hem of her shit, lines appearing on her temple from the unintentional pout that frowned upon her lips.

She couldn't go home last night.

She couldn't bear herself of the thought of just being her and her parents. Lea knew she's disappointed them, maybe even caused their depression.

Then, knowing the next room down from Lea's was going to be empty for the following week, years, broke her heart.

That room full of memories is going to be empty for as long Lea lives, and it's all her fault.

She picked up her head only a little and breathes out, ''I'm coming, Liam. I'll be fine.''

Although she had her back to him, Liam looked at the back of her head and shook his head. ''No, Lea. Nothing is fine. Nothing is going to be fine. Not for a while at least.''

It amazes him that not one moment spent together last night, was a single tear shed.

Once the line went dead, it was like emotions were void to Lea Nicole Ramsey.

But frankly, when something like this occurs, no one's really sure what to feel. Lea was feeling too many emotions to even specify a label.

''Look, can we not talk about it?'' Lea turns her head to the side, looking back at the worried Dunbar with arched brows. ''Please?''

''Then when?''

Lea faced forward with pursed lips and propped her hands onto the mattress, twisting her body to the side and propping her left leg onto the bed,  her foot dangling under her other leg.

''I don't know, okay?''

His features faltered, his blue orbs softly gazing into her defeated ones. He knew she had to be devastated, but not one snarky remark throughout from when she woke up to now, proved that Amber's death destroyed her. He knew the guilt was eating her alive.

He nods his head and speaks, his voice barely reaching a whisper as he says, ''Okay.''

The two just sat there, staring at each other in silence. Though, it wasn't uncomfortable or awkward, it was sensual with an understanding.

Her teeth sunk into the plumpness of her pink tender lips as she watched him look down with a nod of his head, before turning his body to where his back was facing her.

The bed creaked along with his movements as he stood up. He retrieved his jeans in its own pile on the floor and pulled his feet through it.