3-2-1 Now Fall in My Arms

I sat in my room.

I sunk in deep depression after I killed her.

It was my own sick addiction.

He left.

He would probably never come back.

He blamed me for her death.

I just know it.

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"Who was at the door?" Travis said coming into the living room.

I was crying.

I just pissed my bestest friend off.

"Mary." I sniffed.

"She say something? Why are you crying?" He said coming over to sit next to me.

"I just snapped at her about my weight. She said I was getting smaller. I just. I don't know. Imma go see her." I said standing up to slip my vans on.

"Want me to go?"Travis asked rubbing his eyes.

"If you not tired, please?" I said leaning in front of him.

"I don't want to move right now." Travis said looking away from my face.

I looked where he was looking.

Down my shirt.

I looked at him.

He was smiling big.

Couldn't get mad at that face.

"Get your damn shoes on." I said standing up straight.

Puppy dog face.

"Damnit. I can't even look at you without smiling." I said turning to pick up my grey and red leopard, faux fur lined jacket.

"Im ready."Travis said holding up my keys.

We both walked outside hand n hand.

I stared at my red mustang convertable that he had bought me for my birthday while he was gone.

I loved it.

Best part was he had the backseat signed by every band I like on warped tour.

Amazing he was right?

We pulled up to Gabe's and Mary's house.

Her black 'vette that she had since college was sitting in the driveway.

They were at home.

And since the front door was open, I walked in.

To see Gabe on the couch holding a crying Mary.

What had I done?