Ethan
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
My heart is dead,
I'm such a fool.
Why did I fall for you?
I gave it all for you.
The calming voices of Juice Wrld and Brendan Urie blasted in my ears as I stood awkwardly in the doorway.
I looked down at the flowers in my hands, wondering why I was still here.
All this was my fault... But, wait... Why did I even care?
I was about to walk away when I heard the bed creak, and Evelyn exhale deeply.
I turned around, concern pumping through my veins.
"Evelyn, are you ok? Oh my gosh... " I said.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she said, "Why... Do you care? Go. Just... Go... "
Barely had I opened my mouth to speak when the realization hit me. What was I doing?
I nodded, placing the irises on the bedside table, waving half heartedly.
"Cool, cool. Ok then. Bye, I guess. Your dad'll probably ay the bill anyways. I don't know if he's coming though. But who am I to care, right? See ya." I said, shutting the door behind me.
I sighed, walking down the halls. It hurt so much doing this, but I had to.
It was time to say goodbye. For good this time.
And all I could do, as I walked the snow covered streets of Manhattan, was keep praying for something.
Something peaceful.
Something magical.
Something like a miracle.
Something that could save a wreck like me.
Something like Evelyn.
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Pray // 𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜
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