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I just want to leave. I want to leave and never come back.“ She said angrily.

And she was. Angry. She was angry that her mother wouldn’t support her, believe her, or try to understand her. At her father for never actually being a father. At that house for never being a home. For being born in a messed up family that made her messed up too.

She wanted to leave and never come back.

—  N.C. // for good reasons too

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25 + bittyparse :D

This town isn’t big enough for the both of us.  Let’s run away together! (Let’s join a street gang!  Is NASA recruiting?)

Bitty should know better by now than to make crazy suggestions around Kent Parson. Kent always seems to get a glint in his eye, a little manic but mostly pure joy, when Bitty voices some stupid idea. This time around is no different.

“I just,” Bitty says with a frustrated sigh. He’s laying on his back in bed, laptop sitting beside him with Kent’s face filling up most of the screen. Bitty turns his head to lock eyes with Kent. “Some days I just want to get up and leave, y’know? Go somewhere new, try something different, fly away from here.”

Kent frowns but it’s more of a thinking frown than an upset frown. Bitty shrugs and turns his head to stare at the ceiling.

“Are you rich enough to get one of those Richard Branson shuttles to the moon?”

Kent snorts and doesn’t answer. That should have been Bitty’s first clue. Really, it was Bitty’s only clue as the next day a flight itinerary to Japan was sitting in Bitty’s email.

“What the fuck, Kent?”

A faint blush spreads across Kent’s cheeks as he shrugs.

“You said you wanted to go somewhere new. I have time before training camp - let’s go to Japan, fly away from here.”

Bitty wants to be mad at Kent but understands this his way of showing he cares. Kent had said to him, late one night after they’d fought over Kent buying Bitty some expensive shoes he’d been eyeing, that the money doesn’t matter to him. He can’t possibly spend it all - heck, most of his wardrobe is free shit from sponsors, so why not spend it people he loves?

“Alright, let’s go.”

Kent’s blinding grin makes Bitty’s chest ache of fullness.

I don’t think anyone makes a record with competing with someone else in mind, I think then you don’t make it for the right reason. […] It’s not a win/lose thing, it’s… we hope that our fans like it and if it does well that would be amazing but that’s not ultimately what it’s about.
—  Harry Styles in 2015
The Hamilton people as things I have heard my teachers say
  • <p> <b>Hamilton:</b> Well if you write about the drama here you would never run out of things to write<p/><b>Laurens:</b> There is always that one white dude who messes things up<p/><b>Hercules:</b> No you will die and I will get in trouble if I see you. So I shall now look away so please do not die.<p/><b>Lafayette:</b> This once I shall speak English so everyone understands because it's very important<p/><b>Washington:</b> You have to at least pretend to be listening to what I say<p/><b>Eliza:</b> You can't just freak out when you don't get something. Just calm down and we'll try again<p/><b>Angelica:</b> I'm not done talking so why are you talking<p/><b>Peggy:</b> You do realize you are in a classroom and I am in here. Right.<p/><b>Maria:</b> Please just do this one thing. Then you can forget it ever happened.<p/><b>Burr:</b> I have many regrets. But this idea is definitely on the top 5.<p/></p>

I’ve re-watched Storm In The Room a bunch of times already and I will probably do so a lot more for the rest of my existence but I just wanted to write down my feelings on how it highlights once again one of my favorite things in Steven Universe’s storytelling: patience. 

As creators, it’s always difficult to regulate how you show information to your audience. You know a lot more than they do about your story and you’re most likely eager to tell them everything, so choosing how to present it and when is very important for the flow of the narrative as well as to generate whatever effects you’re looking for in your audience. I always looked up to Steven Universe because it’s one of the most patient shows I’ve ever seen, when it comes to exposition and narrative flow, especially for a kids’ show. It’s not slow, because the plot moves perfectly and information is released at all times, but it’s done in such small amounts that, when you reach an important point, you realize how much you needed to know to get there and how much you’ve already learned without even noticing. That shows great respect to an audience, from those who create, and great trust in the show, from those who distribute; especially when we live surrounded by content that is incredibly fast-paced and immediate, and even more so in kids’ shows (this is why I’m upset by irregular releases and how in some countries it’s aired out of order, that’s disrespectful toward the show and the audience, but that’s another matter). 

Steven Universe uses this patience with clear narrative intentions. For example, I’ve always found brilliant how Garnet was introduced as an individual character first (and for 51 episodes, at that) and an experience of Ruby’s and Sapphire’s love second, so people (especially kids, the true audience of this) get to know their love before they know them individually, before any sort of prejudice they might be carrying could influence their perspective. And by the time that arrives, denying their love would be denying Garnet’s existence, and who would dare do that? 

But the reason why I end up praising this again now is because this show is, ultimately, a coming of age story. It’s Steven’s story. That’s why the balance between human issues and gem issues is so important, that’s why every episode adds something. One of the issues I come across in storytelling (especially for kids) when a parent figure is missing is the simplification of the relationship that character has with the idea of the parent, especially when the parent/s are regarded as heroes by whoever is around the character. Steven’s relationship with Rose is never simplified and it’s detailed in breadcrumbs of information throughout the show, since the very beginning. When I imagined an episode like this back in season 1, I would have never known it would advance to such emotional complexity and moral dilemmas, but it all resulted from the sum of parts that where carefully placed in our way. I saw from afar the fandom itself going from seeing Rose as a distant and mysterious figure to intense moral arguments on what she had done and what point in the good/evil spectrum she was on. Because not only we learn things at Steven’s pace, we see how things affect him directly, not in a detached manner but in a close perspective. This is also influenced by the fact that Steven is a main character which people really like in general, which is something that doesn’t happen as often as it should. A lot of writers struggle when creating lead characters, they tend to end up with bland or simplified characters people aren’t as interested to read as the flamboyant side kick or the cool mysterious partner. Steven’s character development, the treatment of him as a complex individual and the way in which we see information as it’s presented to him, whether he interprets it the way we do at the time or not, is a winning combination. It allows us to be more than observers, to get involved

That is storytelling at its finest, that transformation of people’s perspectives, the moment in which you question what you thought and wonder and ask questions and don’t stand still. When you’re not just entertained but you’re actively participating in what you’re witnessing. And this would have not happened if we had known all this in seasons 1 or 2. If Steven had known from seasons 1 or 2. This crew is patient because it trusts its show and its audience and it has a handle on information that I admire as a creator and as a part of the audience. Their patience allows this level of complexity with an organic flow in narrative, taking subjects as heavy as war, political turmoil, social rights, equality, grief, identity and love and breaking them down to small pieces, which add up to a very complex scenario and pushes you to question your perspective and analyse everything you thought you knew or learn it for the first time. I just admire this show so much. 

Those who are Broken | Chapter Twelve

Everyone has a soulmate. Except the Broken.

↬ Word count: 2825

↬ Your favorite hoe FINALLY updates

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The water was ice cold. From the surface, it was calm looking—didn’t look like it would eat you alive like it was doing right now. You didn’t have time to hold your breath the second you fell in. You were swept under the current and that was it. It was dark, cold, and the only thing burning was your lungs as it begged for you to fill it with air. No matter how many times you tried to swim to the surface, you never made it. The current was too strong for you to fight.

Is this how you were going to die?

Drowning?

Damn. Fate is just cruel now.

At least you weren’t going to die like the rest of those who are Broken. You get to drown. That’s nice.

You thought you were going to drown.

You felt something grab a firm hold of your arm, pulling you out of the river. You gasped for air, couching up the water you had swallowed as you were dragged onto solid ground.

“What the hell are you doing in the river?” a deep, gruffly voice said, the grip on your arm releasing.

Oh, you know, going for a swim.

You said nothing as you were on all fours coughing and gasping for the greatest element to exist on earth. Over the sound of your coughs, you could hear the sound of footsteps quickly approaching before coming to a stop next to you. “Fuck, are you okay?” you heard Jimin ask, cupping your cheeks, bringing your head up to look at him. You could see the worry in his eyes as he moved your hair away from your face. “You’re fucking ice cold. Shit, we need to get you warm.” He helped you to your feet, catching you as you stumbled. “Do you have a cabin close by?” he asked, looking past you at the man behind. When there was no answer coming from the man, Jimin added, “She’ll get worse the longer we’re out here, and our place is too far. Please.”

The man sighed. “It’s half a mile east of here.”

“Okay.” Jimin turned attention back to you. “Let’s go.” You wanted to tell him you were fine. However, when you opened your mouth to let the words flow out, nothing but the sound of your teeth chattering left past your lips. “You’ll get hypothermia if you’re out here any longer,” he said in a firm tone before grabbing your arm, turning around, and lifted you on his back. You were going to protest, but you could feel the warmth radiate from his body, and it was welcoming.  

He was quick as he made his way towards the cabin. He maneuvered around the trees with ease, hopping over fallen branches, ducking under them, and never missing a beat in his pace. Not long after, as fatigue began to wash over you, he quickly walked up the steps to the cabin. He burst through the door, slamming it shut behind him.

Jimin set you on the ground. Turning towards you, he told you, “Take off your clothes. I’ll be back with a blanket and I’ll start the fire.” You nodded, watching him leave when all you wanted was to be wrapped in his arms again where warmth was comforting. Slowly, and shakily, you began to strip until you were in nothing but your undergarments.

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HOLY SHIT !! i mean it when i say i’ve had a lot of roleplay blogs but never one that grew so fast as jughead’s did ?? and i honestly don’t know why it happened because there’s no quality icons here or even a quality theme or quality content but nonetheless i am super happy for having all of you guys. it would be overly stupid if i said i interact with all of you, because that’s impossible, but i’d still love to at some point in the future! i am really grateful for all the interactions and support and love i’ve received since i’ve created jughead because it is also the 2nd month anniversary of this blog and i wanted to thank all of you for putting up with me and allowing me to explore one of my favourite characters of all times !! 

of course, it would make sense if there were some people amongst all of you that are closer to me or even simply caught my eye (which i stalk on a daily basis but they don’t need to know) so i’ll be tagging those for my shout-out, BUT ALL OF YOU MATTER TO ME, okay? and if you’d like to interact or if you need someone to talk to, by all means, come to me!

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I remember when my identity started getting complicated, I felt sorta lost because I didn’t fit perfectly into any community.

When I was a lesbian, I was just that. Simple enough to explain and easy enough to find people like me. Except not really. My place on the aro/ace spectrum, as well as gender dysphoria (brought on by my discovery of nonbinary genders) interrupted my connection with the lesbian community. Eventually I no longer could associate myself with them. That was no longer a part of my identity.

So I’m nonbinary. I go through periods of trying to narrow down that label (currently I’m going with genderfluid) and periods of just giving up, sticking with simply ‘nonbinary’. It gets really confusing.

As far as my sexuality, I have said everything from pan to poly to bi. This is in addition to my ace/aro labels. Gray-bi. Asexual. Demisexual. Demiromantic, polyromantic ace. I combine those types of labels all the time, trying to describe my sexuality in whatever way makes the most sense to me or to my peers.

I identify myself differently to people depending on how exposed I think they are to different terminology. To my friends on Tumblr, I’m all those different labels I listed. To my cishet roommate, I’m a trans man I guess. She kind of understands what nonbinary is, but I would never be able to explain my complicated identity to her. I can barely explain it to myself.

You might be wondering why I even bother with labels. It’s definitely stressful to say the least. Honestly, I do it to understand myself more. My goal is to be my authentic self. I also do it to find other people who feel this way. To not feel so alone actually.

No matter what intricate combination of labels I settle on, there will always be one word that accurately sums up my identity. I am definitely, 100% queer. My gender is queer. My sexuality is queer. Queer can mean so many things, and I am definitely a lot of things.

Usually when I talk about my identity in-depth like this, I hide it under a read more because it’s long and it’s more for me to record than it is for my followers to care about. But I’m feeling a certain type of way, so I want to just leave this out on my blog for you to read, to skim, to like, to comment, or to reblog, keeping this in mind:

1.) It’s okay if you have a complicated identity that you struggle to understand or define.

2.) I am completely and unapologetically queer.

Make Me Forget (Grayson) Part 1

Summary: Certain moments in life and certain people are worth forgetting. Forget the pain, and forget the ones who hurt you. But sometimes you need a little help to forget. Can he make her forget? Or will she forget him?

Word Count: 2966

Warnings: Some cursing.

A/N: Hey lovelies! This is our first ever mini series!! Angie, and I were talking one day, and I just had this crazy idea to write a little story. Angie was against it at first, because we never done any writing on our blog before, so we didn’t know if we would be any good at it, but after some convincing, she gave in! We threw around some ideas for a story line, and well here we are! We never really written anything before, so feedback from you guys would be great! That way we can get an idea of whether or not you guys like it, or if you guys hate it! Seriously don’t be afraid to tell us we suck! We love you guys! Hope you guys enjoy Make Me Forget ♥

- Quick s/o to @dolan-twin-trash for pushing us to do this! Thanks babe, love you! ♥  

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“Two years! Two fucking years, and he breaks up with me over a damn text message?” I screamed to myself, as I pace around my apartment searching for my car keys. I managed to find them, and walked over to the kitchen island to grab my purse, before making my way out the door of my apartment, and towards my car.

 My make up was half done, my hair was still in curlers, I was in my sweats, and house shoes. I honestly look like a fucking train wreck. I was in the middle of getting ready for my date with my boyfriend Trey, until he texted me and pretty much broke up with me an hour before our date. I picked up my phone to call my best friend Cristina, to let her know that I’m on my way over. I called her about three times, and just my luck no answer! I suddenly realized that she was probably over at her boyfriend Ethan’s apartment. I quickly made a u-turn and started heading that way. 

The whole drive there, all I could think about was why Trey could’ve wanted to break up with me. He didn’t even bother to call me! I mean seriously breaking up with someone over a text message is probably the most cowardly thing to do! I didn’t even care about the date at this point. He ended a two year relationship over a 4 word text message! I was so deep in thought that I didn’t realize I had already pulled up in front of the apartment complex. 

Before getting out the car I grabbed the hoodie that was in the passenger seat and threw it on because I was only wearing a Nike sports bra. I pulled out my phone to call Cristina one more time, before heading upstairs. Still no answer. “What the hell is this girl doing?” I whispered to myself, rather annoyed. I understand she’s with Ethan, but she always answers my calls. Hell she even answers the phone when their having sex!  I quickly brushed away the thought, and started heading up to the second floor. 

“2110, 2111, 2112 …” I counted as I passed the apartments making sure I didn’t pass it up. “2116.” I whispered, as I approached the apartment door. I raised my hand getting ready to knock, but the door swung open revealing Ethan’s twin brother Grayson. He wasn’t in his usual sweats or shorts, instead he was wearing black ripped skinny’s, a black t-shirt, his typical Vans, and he had his hair hidden under his red beanie. He looked like he was getting ready to head out somewhere, then I noticed the camera in his hand, so I assumed he was on his way out to record some stuff for their YouTube channel. His voice broke me out of my thoughts.

“Y/N? You look… Uh what’s up?” Grayson asked looking a little confused at my appearence. He was starring at me as if I had a second head sticking out of my neck. 

“Is… Is Cristina here?” I replied, my voice a little shaky. I can feel myself wanting to cry, but I tried my hardest to hold it in, not wanting to cry in front of Grayson.  

“Um no, her and Ethan have been gone all day. They should be back in a little bit.” “Are you okay?” he asks, examining my face.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I spoke almost at a whisper, with my eyes locked on the ground. Feeling a tear crept its way onto my cheek. I tried to wipe it away as quickly as I can without Grayson noticing.

His eyes widened at the sight of me crying. For as long as we’ve known each other, he has never seen me cry. To be honest nobody has, other then Cristina. “Oh my god, Y/N you’re crying! What’s wrong?” Grayson asked, as he walked towards me with his arms open, ready to embrace me into a hug. As much as I could use a hug right now, I didn’t let him hug me. I knew that the moment he hugged me I would just start bawling like a baby. I took a small step to the side, and his eyebrows furrowed together. 

“You have stuff to do.” I said glancing down at his camera. “I don’t want to keep you. I’ll just see Cristina later.” I turned around to leave, but before I could even take a step, I felt Grayson grab on to my wrist causing me to turn around.

“I can film later…” he paused, giving my hand a light squeeze before speaking again “We’re friends, you know you can talk to me about whatever. But if you don’t want to talk to me, then you can stay here, and wait until Cristina comes back. I just don’t want you to leave upset, ok?” My eyes finally left the ground, and I looked up at him. “Ok… Thanks.” was all I said. His hazel eyes that were once filled with worry, now have a hint of relief in them. His pink lips curled up into a small smile, revealing the dimples in his cheeks. 

I stepped inside the apartment, and immediately I noticed how clean it was. 

“Wow, I can actually see the floor in here this time.” I chuckled a little, thinking about how there’s usually clothes all over the place, dishes piled up in the sink, and their beds never made.

“Ethan spent all night cleaning, because Cristina was coming over today. He even cleaned my room. Not that I’m complaining!” he said, as he was putting his camera away. 

I made my way to the living room, and plopped myself on the couch. I pulled out my phone deciding to text Cristina to let her know I was at the boys’ apartment, but I ended up clicking on Trey’s messages instead. I knew it was a bad idea, but I couldn’t help it …

Trey: Hey, we’re breaking up. 

Y/N: What?

Y/N: Did you seriously just break up with me over a text message??

Y/N: And literally an hour before our date? Wtf Trey?

Trey: Can’t talk rn. 

Y/N: Fuck you asshole!

He broke up with me just like that. No reason, no explanation, nothing. It was as if the two years meant nothing to him. I can’t help but wonder if it was something I did. I honestly didn’t understand. 

“Y/N? Hello?” I could here Grayson calling me from the kitchen, but I couldn’t find the words to say anything. I could feel the lump growing in my throat, and I could feel the tears blurring my vision. Next thing I know I’m sobbing on Grayson’s couch. 

I felt someone take my phone out of my hand, and I figured it was Grayson since he was the only other person there. After a few seconds I felt his strong arms wrapped around me, as he gently pushed my head into his broad chest.

“Fuck Trey! He’s an idiot!” Grayson whisper into my ear, making me realized that he had read the text messages. Which I don’t mind. I mean Grayson and I have been friends for a while now. I met him when Ethan, and Cristina first started dating a year ago, and we’ve been close friends ever since. He knew about Trey, we all would hang out together from time to time, but you can tell him, and Trey never really had a liking for one another. I never knew why though.

Grayson and I just sat there on the couch, his arms still wrapped tightly around me. He didn’t say anything, he just moved his hands up and down the middle of my back. It was comforting, making me calm down a bit. I picked my head up to rest it on his shoulder.

“Nice hoodie, by the way.” he spoke, breaking the silence in the room. I looked down at the hoodie not remembering what kind of hoodie I was wearing. Then I realized it was Grayson’s hoodie. “Thanks, some idiot left it in my car!” I rolled my eyes causing him to let out a laugh as he playfully pulled the hood over my head. After our fit of laughter, the room quickly broke back into a silence. My head was still resting on Grayson’s shoulder, as I fiddle with the sleeves of my hoodie.  

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, causing me to dart my attention towards him. I was about to say something, when Grayson’s phone went off signaling that he had just received a text message.

“It’s Ethan. He forgot the apartment key.” Grayson rolls his eyes, as he gets up to go open the front door. 

“Y/N? What are you doing here? I thought you and Trey had a date today?” Cristina asked. “And why do you look like that?” Ethan asked clearly amused at my appearance. Causing him to receive a slap from Grayson. 

“Have you been crying?” Cristina asked, clearly noticing the puffiness of my eyes. She walked towards the couch and takes a seat next to me. “What’s wrong?” she asked. I could feel all three sets of eyes on me. Great I guess everyone gets to see me cry like a fucking baby today.

 I let out a sigh before I started to speak.

“Trey… Trey broke up with me.” I spoke almost at a whisper. “He texted me while I was getting ready for our date…” I paused and looked at my best friend who had a sympathetic look on her face. “He broke up with me over a fucking text message! Who the fuck does that?” I was pretty much screaming at her. I hid my face in my hands, and as if on queue the tears just started rolling down my cheeks.

Cristina was comforting me, talking shit about Trey, and saying things to make me feel better. What any girl would do when their best friend is going thru a break up. Ethan and Grayson would occasionally do something stupid trying to make me laugh. It was sweet, I’m glad Grayson convinced me to stay, because I probably would’ve been at home curled up in my bed, listening to sad break up songs, feeling a lot worse.

“I think I’m gonna head home.” I said which caused Cristina to untangle herself from Ethan so she could get up to check her phone, that was on the coffee table. “But it’s only 9. Stay!” she said trying to give me her little puppy dog face. “It’s been a long day, and I just want my bed.” I said, as I was getting up off the couch. 

Grayson wanted to walk me to my car, which I thought was sweet of him. All day he kept asking me if I was ok, doing everything he could to try and get a smile out of me. He honestly was the sweetest, and I’m lucky to have a friend like him.

“I’LL CALL YOU LATER!” I heard Cristina yell from the living room. Grayson and I chuckled a bit hearing Ethan telling her to shut up. 

We got to my car, and Grayson placed an arm on my shoulder pulling me close, wrapping both of his arms around me. His embrace was warm, and his strong, muscular arms felt like a protective shield around my body.  

“No more crying ok?” Grayson said, as he pulled away from our hug. “I’m serious Y/N! Call me if you start to feel sad, or wanna cry, or whatever!” he said in a more serious tone. His eyes met mine, as I finally looked up at him. “I will.” was all I said before turning away to get into my car. I drove out of the parking lot, and started making my way back home.

When I got home, I decided to take a long hot shower. I turned on the water, and quickly went in, letting the hot water hit my body. I had just started conditioning my hair when I heard a knock at my front door. “Seriously?” I said rather annoyed. I got out of the shower, grabbing a clean towel from the towel rack, and dried myself off. I grabbed the bathrobe that was hanging on the back of my bathroom door, and quickly put it on, so I could so see who it was at the door. I figured it would be Cristina, since I never had anyone come over my apartment besides for the twins, and Trey. 

“I’m coming!” I yelled from my bathroom so that whoever was at the door could here me. Apparently they didn’t, which caused them to knock on the door harder. “I said I’m co….” I paused when I opened the door, surprised by who was standing outside my apartment.

“…. Grayson, what are you doing here?” I asked a little confused. 

“I just wanted to come by and make sure you were ok. Did I interrupt your shower?” he asked noticed the conditioner that was still left in my hair. “I mean you did, but its okay. You had a good reason.” I smiled, causing him to laugh.

I let Grayson come inside, and he walked into the kitchen and placed a shopping bag on the counter. “What’s that?” I asked rather curious. “I bought you some candy, and ice cream. I also got you a movie. Well I got a few actually, I didn’t know what you wanted to watch, so I got you 5 so you can pick from. If you don’t like none of them then I can go get some more I mean I ….”

“Grayson!” I cut him off. “I like all of them actually. Thank you, this was sweet of you.” I said. “Thank god!” he said sounding relived. “You can pick a movie, we can watch it when I finish washing this conditioner out my hair.” I said before walking off into my bathroom. I finished washing off my hair, and grabbed a towel wrapping up my wet hair. I cursed myself as I forgot to bring my clothes into the bathroom with me. I walked into my closet, which happened to be connected with my bathroom since I had a master bedroom. I grabbed a pair of pajama shorts, and a 4OU shirt I got when the guys went on tour last year. 

I walked into the living room, finding Grayson on his phone. He looked up from his phone, when he heard me enter the room. I plopped down next to him on the couch, resting my feet up on the ottoman in front of me. “So what movie are we watching?” I asked reaching for the bag of sour patches Grayson got me. I smiled, realizing he knew what my favorite candy was. 

“We’re gonna watch Frozen because I know that’s your favorite movie.” he said getting up to put in the dvd. “But I thought you hate that movie.” I asked as I put a piece of candy in my mouth. “I do, but since I’m such a great friend, I’ll watch it with you. Just this one time though!” 

We watched the movie, and had a few conversations here and there. It was nice to have Grayson here. He kept making me laugh, with his corny jokes, and his awful singing whenever he tried to sing along to the songs. I enjoyed his company, I really did, but I sort of wish that it was Trey that was here with me right now instead of Grayson. I missed him, I wish I knew why he broke up with me. The more I thought about it the more angry I became. I started going thru my phone and started deleting all of our pictures. I came across a picture of us at our two year anniversary dinner. We looked so happy. 

“He didn’t deserve you.” Grayson’s raspy voice brought me back from my thoughts. “He’s a douchebag, who didn’t know what he had. He’s gonna be the one that hurts in the end, because he let you go. You deserve so much more then that piece of shit.” Grayson’s voice sounded angry but soft at the same time. 

I laid myself out on the couch, putting my head in Grayson’s lap. “Thank you Gray…” I paused when I felt his hands running through the ends of my hair. “For being there for me today, and for being here right now.” I said, feeling my eyelids get heavy. 

“I’ll always be here for you. I promise.” he spoke at a whisper, but loud enough for me to hear. I laid there with my head in Grayson’s chest watching the movie that was playing on the tv, as he continued to play with the ends of my hair, as I drifted to sleep.