Katherine
Wait, what the frack
I am not dead
At least, i dont think i am i don't know what death feels like but i don't think it feels like this comfy warm embrace.
No, i am definitely not dead, ugh
"Why in the hack would you-"
I turn around and my breath hitches, oh gosh I think im in heaven. Nope, i am just seeing an angel.
Also no.
Dirty blonde hair,ice blue eyes,at least 6 feet tall and oh god that soft sweet smile-
Wait no hes a jerk, a butthole, a douche.
"You frakin idiot, you ruined everything"
"No I didn't" I am a little taken back that he is so calm about what i just said.
"Yes you did"
"No i didn't"
"Yup"
"Nope"
"Yes, butthole you did"
He chuckles at my childish names as i realize i am still in his arms
"I have been here before it all gets better i promise"
"Oh really did your dad leave you when you were five"
"No"
"Mom abuse you because of it?"
"No"
"Oh so i guess you are also homeless singing a depressing song you wrote when you were 15 outside of a dominos pizza"
"No but I-"
"That's what I thought so shut the frack up because you have no frakin clue where I am in life"
"Well you kinda just told me"
I scoff as i realize i just told him my whole frakin life story. Gosh this guy is a real piece of work. I break from his grasp.
"Yeah we're done here"
"Yeah no we're not"
With that he effortlessly picks we up with no hesitation.