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Kaleidoscope Eyes
Rachel Woods ღ Brendon Urie
*A spinoff to Four Years.
"Pete, I can't do this anymore. I-I can't help it, but it gets to me. I think we - "
"Don't say it," He said, his voice trembling a bit. He can't stand the thought of losing me. I can't help it. The press, the attention all on him - and me when I go out with him - is too fucking much. "Don't fucking say it!"
"I think we need to take a break," I said softly, looking down at the floor, then looked back up at him.
"Fine, you want a break? I'll give you a goddamn break! Get out!" He screamed, pointing straight at the door. I could see the heartbreak and anger and every other goddamn emotion in him.
"Alright, fine!" I screamed back, throwing the front door open. I stormed out, heading for the car. I packed all my shit up in there earlier. I had my plane ticket already. I pulled out of the driveway without looking back.
*I do not own anyone in this story unless stated.
(C'mon, if I did, would I be writing about them? Psssh.)
*A spinoff to Four Years.
"Pete, I can't do this anymore. I-I can't help it, but it gets to me. I think we - "
"Don't say it," He said, his voice trembling a bit. He can't stand the thought of losing me. I can't help it. The press, the attention all on him - and me when I go out with him - is too fucking much. "Don't fucking say it!"
"I think we need to take a break," I said softly, looking down at the floor, then looked back up at him.
"Fine, you want a break? I'll give you a goddamn break! Get out!" He screamed, pointing straight at the door. I could see the heartbreak and anger and every other goddamn emotion in him.
"Alright, fine!" I screamed back, throwing the front door open. I stormed out, heading for the car. I packed all my shit up in there earlier. I had my plane ticket already. I pulled out of the driveway without looking back.
*I do not own anyone in this story unless stated.
(C'mon, if I did, would I be writing about them? Psssh.)