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@its-cassidyk-blog
remember when you hit the breaks too soon, twenty stitches in a hospital room you started crying, baby i did too.. when the sun came up i was looking at you.
out of the woods
told you from the start, i'll break your heart.
girls
“Well, we all make mistakes. You can’t please everyone…” Killian leaned back slightly and rested his elbows on the step behind him, keeping his eyes fixed on the distance. He listened intently to the girls words and then sighed softly. The whole idea of love annoyed him. His own parents didn’t even want him. He’d spent his life being raised in an orphanage and even then, he couldn’t remember having any friends “Love isn’t real. It’s just some fantasy bullshit people came up with to give naive people hope” he shrugged.
Cassidy nodded in agreement “I don’t want to please everyone..” she muttered slight bitterness in her tone, shaking her head at the idea “I don’t care about what people think..” she nodded, looking back at him when he spoke next. She couldn’t help but force a small smile on her face “I think.. Love isn’t what people think it is.. It’s hurt and it’s pain and it’s fear and it’s everything but happiness..” she nodded “It’s a bitch wrapped up in shiny paper - to make it look better than what it is..” she shook her head “Fucked up.. right?”
baby, like we stood a chance two paper airplanes flying
out of the woods
she's begging babe stay, stay, stay, stay.
you are one of the most honest people here and i respect that
There’s no point in bullshitting, no point in lying. It’s a waste of time. Time as a human, i don’t have the luxury of throwing away
Cassidy had been in a mood ever since her recent encounters with others. She had wandered outside to try and clear her head, arms folded stubbornly across her chest. It was getting late, so when she heard footsteps approaching she was a little surprised to find someone else out here “I’ll disclaimer you by saying i’m not in the greatest mood..” she spoke, without looking back at whoever it was approaching.
Dylan rolled his lips inwards again as she spoke, keeping his gaze low. Her last sentence made him chuckle slightly. “And I’m a demon.” he said lowly. “It doesn’t matter anymore, anything we felt, anything we did. None of it matters because I’m not me. I never will be. You think you’re fucked up.. I’ve done terrible things to people, and the worst part is, I don’t regret any of it. The only thing I regret is what happened to Charlie, but all the people I hurt after that- I felt nothing. I feel nothing. My head is such a dark place. It’s so god damn dark. So I think.. it’s for the best.. that we’re in this position at the moment. I know i’m fully capable of hurting you Cass, and I don’t want that to happen, so I seriously think we need to stop whatever we’re doing. No more arguing, no more talking. No more nothing. I can’t leave Ivory Tower, not while Evan and Frankie are here, but I don’t want to see you again Cassidy. You’re better of pretending i died in the crash too. It’s what my family’s done, and it’s the truth. Dylan is dead. He’s not here anymore, and I don’t want to keep talking to you when all we do is end up fighting and hurting each other.” he said, taking a small step back. He honestly believed cutting off all contact was the best thing for both of them, her especially.
Cassidy watched as he chuckled “I’m not trying to compete with you Dylan.” she looked up at him “I’m not trying to convince you that my life is more horrific than yours.” she shook her head “I don’t want your sympathy or any of that bullshit..” she muttered “We have both done awful things Dylan. That’s life. That’s what people do..” she nodded “You wanna talk about feeling nothing.. you wanna talk about darkness?” she asked “I would kill to feel just a fraction of pain of longing or happiness or just something.. fuck... anything” she looked up at him “But you know me.. don’t you? So i guess you’d already know that” she couldn’t help but laugh, though there was nothing at all humorous about their conversation. “You don’t want to talk to me? Then fine. Don’t talk to me. Maybe then i might feel just a fucking ounce of disappointment.” she hissed “Good fucking bye, Dylan” she brushed past the boy
Dylan stared at her silently as she spoke, waiting until she was done completely and had looked away before he took a small step forward, his hand moving up to tilt her chin up so he could make eye contact with her. For the first time in a long time, his eyes weren’t full of anger, or pain, they had a hint of sadness, yes, but that was it. Eyes the same color as the ocean on a stormy day, green with tinges of blue, grey and silver locked onto her own hazel orbs, holding her gaze there. “You think I don’t know you..?” he asked softly, the old Dylan showing himself way too much for the demon’s liking, but he couldn’t help it. “You were one of my best friends… I knew everything about you, and I do realise why you left.. I know you were scared, I know you thought it was going to fall apart like every other relationship you’ve grown up with, but Cassie.. you just needed to trust us..” he said, his voice still gentle. “But I get it. You obviously could see I wasn’t enough and that we weren’t going to work,” he added with a tiny shrug, lowering his hands and finally dropping his gaze as he looked down at his hands. “I did know you.. and I loved you. Deny it all you want, but it’s the truth.” he whispered.
The second he was staring down at her, Her eyes begged her to look elsewhere. To break contact with his. It was all too painful for her. Everything was so fucking painful. But that? That was her prison. It was what she had always known she was destined to feel. It wasn’t new. It was familiar. Her eyes snapped shut when he began to speak once more. “Stop it.. Stop..” she whispered, shaking her head. “I didn’t think Dylan..” she whispered, looking back up at him “I knew, I knew it would all fall apart.” she swallowed, hand moving up to gently rub her forehead. “I had no problem trusting you..” she shook her head “It’s not you i didn’t trust.. It’s me i don’t trust Dylan.” she let out a deep sigh “It was never. Ever about you. It’s never been about you” she had to take a step back, the proximity was too hard for her. “I’m so.. so much more fucked up than you could ever see. Than you would ever choose to believe” She nodded “I’m a trainwreck Dylan.. A trainwreck hidden behind a phoney smile”
there is beauty in destruction you know? The feeling of wanting something so much you don’t care if it kills you - you don’t care how much it hurts. You just know. You’d die without them it.
“I’d definitely rather get along with you than have you hate me” he laughed and then his expression changed completely “Oh, so how many hearts have you broken huh?” he asked with a small shrug, not too sure if that question was stepping over a boundary “I mean, not everyone wants commitment, which is totally okay. From what I’ve heard, love just screws you over anyway”
“I’m glad you think so” Cassidy gave a half shrug, laughing softly. When he asked the question, Cassidy’s nose wrinkled up and she shrugged once more “I mean.. I know theres one person that i hurt..” she nodded “I mean.. There was a warning there but he still let himself get too close i think..” she sighed “he’s the only one in that way. But i know i’ve broken my parents hearts. I know they don’t particularly like the person i’ve become” she nodded “Probably my brothers too” she admitted. “I don’t believe in real love. not in the way people describe.”