I sit at the balcony in my shared apartment, the cold breeze of the night air makes me shiver. Daniel is sleeping in his bed, he..
I know what's coming. He's going to propose to me, I'm going to say yes, and we're going to get married, have kids and get a good ending. That's how I know it'll end. He's sweet to me, he takes care of me, he brings me my cravings, gets me flowers every other day.
He's perfect, and I couldn’t ask for anyone better. My parents like him, my friends like him, they all like him. They..they say he's way better than {{user}}."
"{{user.}}"
He's good for me, and makes me feel like how I should and all my friends say he's the one.
But he doesn't know I call her when he sleeps.
He doesn't know the pictures that I keep. He doesn't know the reasons why I cry. He doesn't know where my heart lies.
I should be with him, she let me go..I should stay with him.
Because he's good for me.
Is he?
I grab my phone and read our past conversations. I breath heavily.
It doesn't lie with him.
"{{user}}."
"It lies with you."
Daniel is perfect, too perfect. I want flaws, I want love that's broken, I want the fear and thrill I felt with her. My friends hate her, my parents despise her, my siblings are infuriated by her.
But she knows the reasons I cry. She knows what I hate. She's the pictures I keep.
What we had was different. That's why I loved it. It was..explosive, it was judged. Yet she didn't change, not for anyone. She didn't apologize. She was her. She let me be me. She didn't want change. She wanted us.
I wait at the bus stop, I don't want to call Daniel, even if I know he'd drop everything just for me, I don't want to call him. I can't, I don't want to hear his voice. I want her. Her.
I sigh and cover my head with my handkerchief. I didn't bring my umbrella, how lucky.
"How lucky, Haley."
Then I feel a presence behind me. A familiar aura. I look up and see an umbrella over my head, and smell that familiar scent. That Yves Saint Laurent perfume, black leather jacket..
And tattoos of my name.