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2 weeks

!odette¡

i let myself roll over in bed with a loud groan, my body feeling weaker than it did 2 weeks ago.

"are you ok, love?" tobi asks, peeping his head into the room im staying in.

"yeah, i just didn't sleep well last night that's all." i sigh, wincing at the newly formed bruise from when i hit my leg on the door frame last night.

he slowly steps into the room, getting closer to the bed, pushing my hair out of my face.

"come on, i'll help you get some sleep."

he climbs into the bed, rocking softly as im pressed to his chest.

his heartbeat a little bit faster

his body as little bit warmer

his voice a little bit softer

and his eyes a little bit sadder than they once were.

but when i am weary and in a heap

my heart beats in a cozy nook

i slowly breathe to see the soft look

his eyes once had with their shadows deep

when i realised i am going to leave my best friends forever.

and as a tear drop landed on the tip of my nose, i realised that tobi was crying over me.

the girl who used to cry over others.

i wish he wouldn't cry

not over me

because i can't help but feel like im absolutely nothing.

because there's nothing special about the broken girl with the broken smile

and the broken heart

nothing

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