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Caught Inbetween
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2026-04-24 20:05:50
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To the two boys I like: Burn me the safe way The Worst Kind Of Morning
The light was the first thing that bothered her. It was thin and gray, creeping through the cracks in the heavy curtains like it had something to prove. Monday morning. The worst kind of morning. Elena shifted under the covers, her skin feeling tight and itchy, still wearing the oversized polo she’d dragged on in the middle of the night. It smelled faintly of her own perfume and the stale scent of salt. She hadn't slept, not really. Just drifted in and out of these feverish, jagged dreams where she saw a phone screen glowing in the dark over and over again.She looked in the vanity mirror and didn't even recognize the girl looking back. Her face was washed out, a ghostly, sickly pale that made her dark circles look like bruises. Her eyes were tiny, swollen slits. A soft knock came at the door."Elena? Honey, it’s seven-thirty. You’re going to be late for school."Claire stepped in, she stopped at the foot of the bed, her perfect eyebrows drawing together as she looked at her daught
To the two boys I like: Burn me the safe way More Than a Stab
Dusty pulled the car into the driveway, the gravel crunching under the tires with a sound that felt way too loud for three in the morning. He killed the engine, and suddenly the world was just heavy. The heater gave one last groan before dying out, leaving them in a cramped, dark space that smelled like old upholstery and the salt of Elena's tears. Dusty didn't move. He kept his hands gripped tight on the wheel, staring straight ahead at the darkened silhouette of her house.The silence inside the car was suffocating. Dusty looked over at her, his expression a mix of pity and a kind of helpless anger. He’d seen her at her party—polished, perfect—and now he was looking at a girl who seemed to be physically leaking her soul through her eyes."Elena, seriously," he muttered, his voice thick with a mix of frustration and genuine fear. "You can’t just go for a midnight run in a cocktail dress, call me sounding like the world ended, and then expect me to just drive away. What happened? Di
To the two boys I like: Burn me the safe way The Cold, Freezing Reality
Noah stepped out of the bathroom, rubbing a hand over his face. He felt lighter. Different. For the first time in a long time, the walls of his apartment didn’t feel like they were closing in on him. He had a plan. He was going to get her home, maybe actually talk about what this meant, and stop playing the "bad influence" role he’d been hiding behind for months."Okay, princess, let’s get you—"He stopped. The room was empty. The bed was a mess of tangled sheets, still warm, but the girl who had been in them was gone. The silence was absolute. It wasn't the peaceful kind of quiet from five minutes ago; it was the heavy, suffocating kind that felt like a warning."Elena?" he called out, his voice echoing off the sparse walls. He checked the kitchen. Nothing but a half-empty bag of coffee and some old mail. He checked the small hallway, even the closet, his heart starting to do this slow, heavy thud against his ribs. He felt like he was losing his mind. She wouldn't have just left,
To the two boys I like: Burn me the safe way Shattered Glass
The room was quiet, that heavy, thick kind of silence that only happens after a storm. Elena lay there, her head tucked perfectly into the hollow of Noah’s shoulder, listening to the slow, steady rhythm of his heart. It was a grounding sound. She felt soft, almost liquid, like her bones had turned to honey. Every inch of her skin felt sensitized, humming with the ghost of his touch. This was it, she thought. This was that feeling everyone wrote songs about, the one she’d read in a thousand books but never actually understood until tonight.Noah was staring up at the ceiling, his fingers idly tracing circles on her bare arm. His eyes looked distant, reflecting the faint, flickering light of a streetlamp outside. "What are you thinking about?" she whispered. Her voice sounded small, raspy from everything they’d just been through.He didn't answer right away. He just turned his head, a slow, gentle movement, and pressed a lingering kiss to her temple. He stayed there for a second, his
To the two boys I like: Burn me the safe way Passion and Heat
The air in the apartment felt like it had been sucked out of a vacuum. There was just this heavy, pressurized heat between them that made every second feel like an hour. When Elena said those words, Noah didn't move for a heartbeat. He just stared at her, his eyes dark and blown out, like he was trying to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. Then, he moved.He didn't just kiss her; he claimed her. His mouth crashed back onto hers with a ferocity that made her teeth click. It was desperate. It was hungry. It was everything they hadn't been allowed to say in the hallways or at the party. His hands were everywhere at once, sliding up from her waist to find the zipper of that blue silk dress. The sound of the metal teeth sliding down was sharp in the quiet room. He helped her peel the fabric away, his fingers brushing against her skin and leaving trails of literal fire. When the dress finally pooled around her hips on the couch, the cool air hit her, but it didn't last. Noah was there i
To the two boys I like: Burn me the safe way Midnight Gravity
The house was deathly quiet when Elena finally slid her key into the lock. It’s funny how a place that usually feels like home can suddenly feel like a cage when you’re vibrating with a secret. She turned the knob slowly, holding her breath until the click of the latch echoed in the empty hallway. Her mom had clearly turned in hours ago. The only light was the dim, yellow glow of the stove clock in the kitchen, casting long, distorted shadows across the linoleum.Elena crept up the stairs, avoiding the third step from the top because it always groaned like a dying animal. She felt heavy. The silk of the blue dress felt tight now, itchy with the dried sweat of the dance floor and the lingering scent of Liam’s cologne. When she reached her room, she didn't even turn on the lamp. She just collapsed onto her bed, her face buried in the duvet, letting out a long, ragged exhale. Exhaustion was finally starting to win the war against her adrenaline.Then, the phone in her bag chimed.The s
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