@maglais / cont. from discord
head is a complete cesspit of darkness , caught in a mess of emotions that the path free from them doesn’t seem easy . you’re not sure what you did to deserve this , to feel the pain of someone you loved , someone you cared so much about betraying you in such a callous way . the memories of him , of your boyfriend wrapped around that rich bitch makes you sick and you’re trying everything - everything possible to block it out . that was why you’d decided to revert back to something that always brought you some closure , some peace - dancing . with constant access to a studio , you’re able to move your hips to the beat , losing yourself in a routine , at least for a little bit until you’re sat hunched over your phone . tears prickling your eyes and dashing olive toned cheeks . “ you fucking asshole , nate sinclair . “ you spit out through soft sobs that wrack through your body . pushing a hand up through your hair , you’re standing . shaking off any pain you’re feeling , you’ll leave that to the studio floors , at least it’s channeled into something worthwhile , because apparently you hadn’t been to him . no , instead you’re pulling on a jacket over you’re work out gear , a cute purple shorts and sports bra co-ord that looks great upon your tanned skin . it’s only when you’re stepping out the door that you’re not looking where you’re going , someone was clearly waiting to use the room . head snaps up after you collide with them and apology is filling your features . it was the text tone that distracted you , no doubt another excuse or lack of empathy from your now ex . “ oh fuck , i was miles away , i’m sorry ! were you - were you waiting to use the studio ? “ a grin is lifting at your plump pink lips , kindness settling into features , though you’re so very damaged right now .
I SHOULDN’T HAVE FOLLOWED YOU HERE. i’m supposed to be better than this now. after candace and beck... i can’t be that guy anymore, but you were walking as if the whole goddamn world had failed you and anything in your path was going to be destroyed by your beautiful rage, and maybe there’s a part of me that wanted to be burned. you are beautiful. too damn beautiful to be dealing with whatever it is that’s bothering you. i can tell that you’re used to holding it together. you use this place as your release. i follow you at a distance and watch as you disappear into your escape, moving myself closer to listen. i can’t come in. for one, it’s locked, and well, it’s not exactly as if i can hide. you’re alone in there. alone with your thoughts and your worries. someone hurt you. nate, i hear you call him, and there’s suddenly a rise of anger in the depths of my chest. i shouldn’t be surprised. beck had benji. a fuck and go kind of guy who loved parties and drugs more than he could ever love her... and you have... nate, apparently. i don’t know what this asshole did to you, but believe me, you deserve better. i could be that for you.
of course, first, i have to learn your name. so, i’ll wait. i’ll act casual, scroll through my phone as if i’m waiting for something and you fall perfectly into my plan when your body collides with mine. out of habit, i grasp at you to keep us both steady and i let out a laugh. my eyes are instantly trailing along your figure, and i know that you’re going through a lot right now, but those shorts fit around your ass just right and i can definitely see your nipples through the sports bra that holds your breasts in place. i’m not trying to disrespect you, so i look back up just as quickly, because i am a gentleman. i’m not going to eye you like some perv. “no, actually. waiting for my uber. probably should’ve found a better place to stand.” i give you a smile to mirror your own. i know that you’re not really as happy as you want to paint. you’re hurting, but you’re the kind of girl that wants to hide it. it’s okay. i’ll figure out what’s hurting you and i’ll make it better once we get to know each other.
