"Does this feel real enough?" He grabbed my face delicately in his hands, the rain runs down our foreheads to where our lips meet, each of us tasting the cold drops.
Sparks flew in every direction, but instead of detracting from the intensity of th...
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Caiden's P.O.V
I WOKE UP Sunday morning feeling like an absolute piece of crap.
Sighing, I roll over from my stomach and run a hand through my untamed curls.
Last night after Kennedy left, I went home too. We'd barely experienced prom night, but I didn't feel like staying anymore, not after what happened.
My phone pings with incoming messages, it had done that all night. Quickly, I peek at the lock screen, none are from Kennedy. Ignoring the rest I get up and head to the shower.
The hot water gushes out of the shower head and trickles over my body. I close my eyes as I allow it to wash over my face.
Maybe I can drown in something other than my regrets.
But why is it, that thoughts flood through best while in the shower? All I see is her tormented face in my mind and her retreating body in the rain.
She cried and the clouds cried with her.
Those bright emerald eyes I love so much, once filled with such light have now dimmed, dull and grey.
I stripped that from her.
"Fuck." I bang my fist against the shower wall. "I shouldn't have done it," I whisper harshly, angry at myself. "I shouldn't have done it."
Getting out of the shower I throw on some random sweatpants and a hoodie. They probably don't even match.
My phone rings.
I hurry over to it, hoping it's Kennedy.
It is.
As soon as I click accept and hold it up to my ear, the caller speaks and it's not the voice I thought it would be.
"Caiden? This is Kennedy's mum, speaking."
My brows furrow, why does she have Kennedy's phone? "Uh, hi Mrs D, what can I do for you?"
There's muffled speaking on the other end before she answers. "Kennedy's had an accident."
I straighten up, my heart dropping. "Is she okay?" I ask, worry laced in my tone.
"We're at the hospital. She was admitted in last night. I-I thought to call you, I think she'd want you here, for when she wakes up," her words are rushed and jumbled together.
Wakes up? What happened? I jog down the stairs and out the door as quickly as I can. "I'll be there in 5."
Realising something, my eyes widen in fear while I get into my car. Please tell me this was all an accident and she didn't do anything horrible because of me.
