For A Boy Like You (because love stories don’t always have a happy ending)
“If you walk out of that door, I won’t be here when you get back.” Lilly threatened and Kyle just scoffed at her. “I couldn’t get that lucky.”Kyle muttered and backed away from Lilly, leaving her standing there with her mouth hanging open at what he just said. “Like you said. Being in love isn’t enough anymore.” And with that Kyle stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him and leaving Lilly feeling like her whole world was crashing down around her.
It didn’t used to be like this. There was a time when Kyle looked at her like she hung every single star in the sky and would stare at her for hours with the excuse that he just wanted to remember where every freckle was placed. They were in love. And then Kyle fell into the wrong crowd and his latest addiction was Angel Dust instead of her and they drifted apart.
Lilly wiped the tears off her cheeks with shaking hands and dug her cigarette carton out of her pocket before heading outside, not even bothered by the chill of the wind while she lit up. She breathed the smoke into her lungs and wondered to herself how she ever let it get this bad. She was supposed to save Kyle from himself, knew that from the moment she met him. He had an addictive personality and a stubborn heart and she was the only thing that was ever able to pull him out of his lows and convince him that life was worth more than the next “Greater Thing” he was looking for.
She had smoked over half of her cigarettes before she even realized it and even that wasn’t doing anything to stop the dull ache that was blooming inside of her chest. She stumbled inside the house and up the stairs, headed to the bathroom and leaving a trail of her clothes behind her. She stood under the spray of the shower until the water turned cold and it just made her numb, like her outsides finally matched her insides.