you reached for the remote and turned on the perks of being a wallflower.

just three minutes ago, you answered a call from demitra, her sobs making her words nearly impossible to understand. without thinking, you rushed over, greeted outside her room by her sisters eliana and sunday. when you opened the door, the scene broke your heart and made your stomach drop.

demitra was curled in a blanket, tears streaming down her face. Vincent had broken up with her, and from the looks of it.. it was not a good breakup scenario.

now, you’re both curled up together, her laying in your arms.. surrounded by junk food and tissues scattered around the bed, a full mess.

“you know—” demitra started, taking a bite of her chocolate and sniffing, “i think i’ve spent half my life trying to fix people. and guess what? i can’t. you can’t save people who don’t want to be saved. who knew? i guess i'll be alone.. i have the worst luck with boys..” she let out a dry, bitter laugh.