Andrea wasn't letting him go today.Marcos found out he had meant it figuratively. That after they went shopping for clothes he wanted Marcos to wear, for a party on Friday, and after, would let him go, their deal ending permanently.He had finally found a way to get out of his little space when he showered, sitting his bath tub when he was done and counting backwards. Alex usually joined him when he wanted to and he had tried calling her to join him but her phone was off.At first, he thought she was with Paris, but he killed the thought. Sunday was their day, right? So she wouldn't. He knew Alex. She wasn't like that.Besides, what would he tell her if she asked why he was doing it in his bathroom or why he couldn't just wait for her?. That he wanted her to get him out of his space because there was someone outside taking advantage of it? Today was Sunday. No one was supposed to be with him.And if she had come and seen him.—Honestly, he wasn't sure what he wanted anymore. For her
Jurrivh- I'll always love you.(ah, can't find it.)~Alex stared at her new phone. Third one in what? A month? She let out a sigh, her eyes now at the books on her desk. The result to the exam she had written were out, and she had passed, really well. Not that she didn't expect that.Still, she couldn't exactly celebrate.Not after Sunday.Adriana had let Alex clean her as usual, and everything had been fine. That was until she was cleaning the kitchen and Hezekiah called.She wanted to ignore it. The old man already knew not to call her when she was home, but she couldn't. The results to the exam she wrote was going to be out soon and she knew she was going to ace it, and if she did, they'd be enough money for her till she got another exam to write, a scholarship one, and when she got to college, she'd never need his help again.So she picked. "I've told you never to call. Just text,""I know, I..." She could hear Hezekiah breathe in for a few seconds then out before saying, "Just w
In the box was a black signet ring that a gold glowing gemstone on it while the inner part of the ring, around the band, were the engraving of the words et lux in tenebris lucet. "And light shines in darkness," She said, "I've wanted to give you this in a long time. You can breathe now. It's not a wedding ring." Hermes let out a breath before he looked at her. "How— It was you. That night..." "I'm hurt you don't remember, and glad I was the only one you used that horrible line on." "I did remember, looking at you now. You look... Different like this. And I looked for you, I did but I sort of thought you were older..." "I am. With five months." He rose an eyebrow at her. "Really?" "Does it matter?" Alex asked though she knew to someone like Paris, it probably did matter as she said, "Do you know why I give you this?" "Because you're a horrible gift giver that might have slightly improved?" "Because you proved to me, what it meant." She said, smiling now. "That on darkness, the
Isak Danielson- Remember to remember me.~Marcos stared down at his hands which were currently squeezing and digging into the black pants he was wearing tightly. His nails looked... Horrible, considering how many times he had bitten into it.He sat in between Abuela, and Maria, seated in a church he hadn't been in... How many years? Seven? Eight? He hadn't expected he'd ever come back after Papa's death, or he never though he'd when he was still this young.They were so many people here that he thought he was going to pass out from how choking it felt. He knew they couldn't possibly have known Adriana, could they? They were probably just friends, or acquaintances of Hezekiah, or Xander, maybe. He didn't know. He didn't even know about today. Abuela was the one who found out.Marcos still found it hard to believe. Hard to actually think she was gone.It had been a week after the party, and he could remember screaming at Andrea, who didn't seem like he could give two fucks about Marc
Don't watch me cry- Jorja Smith~Paris didn't see her for an extra week.Of course, he knew why she was absent but he couldn't exactly go look for her. He had tried messages, and calls, but she never replied. That didn't surprise him either. She never liked to do so in the beginning.Still, he had his reasons for fearing a face to face meeting. One being when Marcos had called him to pick him up at the Cathedral and Paris found him quiet, and red eyed. The male refused to say a word to him till they got to his house.The reason, was clearly obvious, and somehow Paris had known she would do something like that to him. Though Marcos had... Hurt her, he supposed. Doing what he did, but he hadn't done anything.He doubted she thought the same, another reason why he didn't attend her funeral. Paris wouldn't have taken it down easy, if she did like Marcos, and would have probably disrupted the whole thing, so for both their sakes, he stayed away.Except he wasn't sure how long he could d
Sasha Sloan - Too sad to cry~Marcos didn't cry anymore, he knew better than doing that, neither did he try reaching out to her. All he just had to do, was not to think of her.It was really simple. Just do things that did not remind him of a certain dark skinned female that haunted his dreams.One, mostly being not sleeping.Avoid sleep as much as possible, and if you find yourself weakening, sit in a bathtub filled with cold water until it went away.Another one was returning back to your video game world where you were once King, and ruled as the best player that world had ever seen.And lastly, never leave the room.The room itself was intoxicating enough. She had left her marks everywhere. All the clothes he had were her doing. The jewellery. His hair.He did not cut it, he couldn't bear the thought. All he did was return it back to his natural dull brown state that it had been before her.Infact, Marcos looked like how he was before he met her currently.A school avoider, h
Falling - Harry Styles~Alia stared at her reflection in the mirror, small pants leaving her lips while steam coated the surface as she did so. She had brushed her hair to perfection, her porcelain skin glowing under the light of her room and though it was late at night, she still had light make-up on.She felt... More beautiful than she had ever looked before, even though she was dressed in such drabby clothes, this clothes being her pyjama pants, but Alex... Alex used to like them.She wondered if the female would still like them though, it had been... So long.Alia looked at her clock, taking in a gulp as she did so. It was already seven forty-five. Fifteen minutes before she would come.If she did.At Adriana's funeral, she had slipped a note to the twins to give to her when they hugged her, which she was sure they did, but she doubted that Alex would actually... Honour that.She had asked in the note if Alex could come to her room, at the exact date it was presently, at eight
Alia felt a tear slip down her eyes and she quickly brushed it away. It didn't matter now. What happened, happened. Plus, she had tried getting on her good side by telling her all the secrets she knew of the popular kids and hers as well, so she could use it to blackmail them.She had paid her debt.A little of it.There was a knock on her window, and she gasped, turning, her breath hitching as she watched Alex slide it open and enter, her eyes moving around the room before they landed on Alia and she said softly with a smile on her face, "Nothing has changed, has it?"In a flash, Alia was out of her chair, charging into her arms and hugging her so tightly Alex had to hold until the wall.The tears fell more now but she didn't care. She held unto her like she was a lifeline and Alex let her, rubbing her back as the time passed before she pulled away, hurriedly brushing away her tears and staring around. "Y-Yeah, you know I'm not a fan of change,"Alex nodded. "Yes, you always forgot w