Don't Forget

Chapter 19: Broken People

As soon as we were done, Kris started clapping and I could tell that he was a bit sober now. "Just like old times huh?" He said to me. 

I smiled and nodded my head. "Yup, just like in high school." 

He laughed and nodded his head. "Your turn." He stated out of the blue. 

I stared at him with confusion, I opened my mouth to ask him but he beat me to it. "Sing a solo now. I want to hear your lovely voice again." He said.

I stared at him before shaking my head. "You know, sometimes I question wheter your gay or not." I said. He laughed. "Oh sister! I am totally gay!" 

I laughed and shook my head and to think about what somg to sing, but couldn't come up with any until, a soft voice spoke inside my head and then somehow I began to sing. 

"You haven't laughed out loud yet
Are we that awkward with each other?
We did so many things together
But you haven't givien me a single look or touch

The whole world is looking at you
But just like walways, you're so dark
I only have one person in my heart
So I'm only looking at your turned back again

I'm always being bruised like this. 

All of a sudden, on days I miss you
All of a sudden, when I can't do as my heart wants
All of a sudden, tears fall down
All day, I hold onto you

I won't cry out loud
but I can smile like I've always been doing
Even if all I have are scars
I can smile by seeing your turned back

I'm always crying like this

All of a sudden, on days I miss you
All of a sudden, when I can't do as my heart wants
All of a sudden, tears fall down
All day, I hold onto you

All of a sudden, with my failling tears
All of a sudden,  I comfort myself, saying it's okay. 
I know that you won't come now.
So I'll deal with it my own

Goodbye"  

I soon as I stopped, I felt this heaviness on my heart and that caused some tears to slide out. I didn't know that Kris was pulling me into an embrace until after. So I simply stayed there and clutched onto his shirt. 

Where did these emotions come from? They were surely not mine.. right? And that voice... that voice belonged to the girl in my dreams... was this her song? I have no clue. 

After my sudden crying feast, i smiled awkwardly at Kris who didn't show any emotions that he was weirded out. He simply smiled and patted my hand. "Well, I guess it's my turn to sing!' He said. 

I shook my head, "No you don't have-"

He interuptted me by putting his finger against my lips and hushing at me. "I will, its unfair taht you had to sing but not me so here goes! Sit back and enjoy the show dear!" He said with a cocky smile. 

I rolled my eyes and sat back comfortably, my eyes on him as I watched him begin to sing. 

" I smell heartbreak on my hands
I feel sick to my stomach as I begin to stand
I see you outline in my bed
In the same spot I watched him rest his head
I've done you wrong, I regret it
I write this song, try to forget it
I feel this emptiness in my chest
It feels surreal, but I'm feeling stressed
I need to do somethng
I fucked up, for nothing
Now I gotta just tell someone
Tell someone what I've done

Please bathe me now, wash me clean
Just set my heart on fire, like gasoline
Bathe me now, wash me clean
Just set my heat on fire, like gasoline
Oh no, like gasoline

I wake up, the morning after 
YOu call but I don't answer
And I can't look you in the eye, no matter how hard I try
You deserve a forever, not a boy looking for better
But as long as you're still here, I'll try to keep you near

Please bathe me now, wash me clean
Just set my heart on fire, like gasoline
Bathe me now, wash me clean
Just set my heat on fire, like gasoline

Please bathe me now, wash me clean
Just set my heart on fire, like gasoline
Bathe me now, wash me clean
Just set my heat on fire, like gasoline

Bathe me mow, wash me clean
Just set my heart on fire, just like gasoline" 

I could feel the underlying emotion that Kris was feeling as he sang this song, and I knew that he was still hurt from that day. So I pulled him into an embrace just like he had done for me. 

We both were just two broken people that no one can save...

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