He continues to stare as the young girl hums quietly, while keeping her eyes locked on the book in her hands. At the sound of his footsteps, she suddenly stops reading only to look up and let out a squeal, one that he found adorable.
Her already ro...
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she was an angel, that made even the devil want to get to heaven
CHAPTER THIRTY
SETH
I drop the practically gone cigarette onto the ground with a heavy sigh.
Fuck. Daisy would be so disappointed.
I stomp on the cancer stick before leaning forward to rest my hands on the railing of the balcony that's connected to my room. My head hangs down as I close my eyes and think about how shitty the past two days have been without seeing Daisy.
How the fuck did I survive before I met her?
It's Sunday night, which means I get to see her at school tomorrow. I wonder what it's gonna be like. Will she ignore me?
Obviously dipshit, that's the whole point of taking a break.
After i've had enough of being outside, I head into my dark room. I brush my teeth but don't bother doing anything else before plopping down onto my bed.
As obsessive as it sounds, i've been sending Daisy a text every night before I "go to bed", which is really just me laying here, staring up at the ceiling while trying to figure out why the fuck I did what I did.
What I told her was the truth. I couldn't control my anger. But i've never snapped at her like that before. I've never, ever said shit that I knew would hurt her. So why the fuck did I have to finally snap at her two nights ago?
Cause you're an asshole. You always have been. It's practically in your blood.
I groan at my own thoughts and finally grab my phone, typing out my text to her.
i missed you so much today. i miss kissing you, i miss your hugs. and holy fuck, i never knew i could miss someone's voice as much as i do yours. especially right now.
I send the first text with my jaw clenched.
It's true. All I wanna hear right now is the sound of her voice.
sleep well baby, i love you
As soon as that's sent, I turn off my phone and toss it onto the bedside table, knowing she isn't gonna reply, considering she hasn't answered the other texts i've sent.
I spend the whole night wishing I could go back and fix what happened. Which has become my new nightly routine.
