Mason

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"ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕛𝕦𝕞𝕡, 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖'𝕕 𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕."

-𝕤.𝕓

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♬ ᴹᵃᵏᵉ ᵐᵉ ᶜʳʸ ⁻ ᴺᵒᵃʰ ᶜʸʳᵘˢ ♬

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I was exhausted and to be quite frank, all I wanted to was lay in bed and cry myself to sleep. But I had school, so that wasn't really an option. I grimaced at my appearance in the mirror. Dark, circles were set below my eyes, which were bloodshot red and slightly puffy. The tip of my nose was red as well. My hair was pulled into a messy bun in the top of my head with hairs falling out just about everywhere. I had slipped on a pair of black leggings and a green crew neck, sweatshirt. I was currently sat on my bed trying to prolong the time before I had to go downstairs. A knock rapped at my door, making me sigh. I knew one of the boys would be up here to get me if I didn't come down soon. I muttered, "Come in." Whilst grabbing my shoes to slide them on.

My heart nearly fell out my ass when I looked up to find the last person I wanted to see. I instantly stood up and looked away, pretending to search for my bag. Why the hell was he in here? After a week of ignoring me and sleeping with some girl, now he wanted to talk to me? Why couldn't he just leave me alone?

After a moment of him not saying anything and me continuing to pretend to look for my bag which was actually in the closet, I spoke up not being able to stand the silence any longer. "Did you need something?" I winced at how hoarse my voice sounded. I cleared my throat, finally walking into my closet. He stayed silent the entire time which only made my nerves worse.

I glanced him quickly as I walked back into my room to find him just staring at the wall. Okay then. I grabbed my phone off my bed and shoved it in my back pocket, deciding my only option would be to just walk past him seeing as he was literally just standing there, staring at my wall. Making sure to leave the most amount of distance between the two of us, I threw my bag over my shoulder and started to leave but of course, I was stopped by a hand grasping my wrist.

"Mason."

I didn't want to look at him because I knew if I did, I'd most likely start crying all over again and honestly, I've cried enough. "Yeah?"

"I'm sorry."

I wanted to laugh. Why? I didn't know. Maybe it was because I felt uncomfortable or maybe it was because I'd heard him apologize to me too many times, yet nothing ever changed. Whatever his reasoning was, I didn't really care. I was done at this point. I couldn't keep doing this. I couldn't keep letting him get to me. So with that, I pulled my wrist from his grip and mumbled, "I don't know what you're talking about."