Her solace was the tears she shed in the middle of the night, when she knew there was no one to listen to her sobs or notice her wet pillow..
He found salvation in the blood that often oozed out of his hand.
When their paths meet, will the blood be...
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"Maxon, you will be paired up with Laurel." Mrs. Ranger is talking to us from the platform of our English class. I am suddenly awakened from my daydreaming as I hear my brother's name coming out of her mouth.
I look up to see who she is addressing and she is staring right at me.
It is not a minute past when her blue-green eyes turn apologetic that she realizes her grave mistake.
Even when he is far gone, they can't stop messing up.
"Oh I am so sorry, Aiden. I didn't..." But I can't hear what she is saying; my head is throbbing like a hundred knives stabbing at the same time. I can see her lips moving but my vision is blurred, so is my hearing. Her words do not make sense anymore; they seem distant.
Snippets of memories are swimming around in my brain and my whole body aches. She just touched my heart's weakest spot.
I messily stand up from my chair and it falls down on the floor, making a thudding sound. But the sound is not strong enough to break the panorama of thoughts inside my head.
"Sorry ma'am, I just need time," I manage to utter before I stumble out of the room with my hands strongly clutching onto my head.
