#thisisfucked

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Well, the evil side is now going to try to bring back the evil Greek devil Cade. Nice work team heroes.

How could he forget? How could he forget the way we laid together with or fingers interlocked and my head on his chest? How he could he forget the way he kissed me with my head in his hands? I know he was drunk but so was I. It hurts because I had one of the best nights of my life and I was truly happy. Waking up next to him was so comforting. I felt safe and protected when he had his arms around me. He doesn't even remember. I wish I could forget too. I want to forget the way his lips felt on mine and the way he unconsciously played with my hair and planted kisses all over me. I thought that I had finally got him. I believed that things would be different after that night. But they aren't. In fact they are worse. Because now I know what it feels like to sleep next to him and feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes in and out. I know that he buries himself under his blankets and pillows and how he snores quietly. I know what it feels like to kiss him and fall asleep in his arms. Somehow I'm supposed to be okay, but how can I be okay when the memories are killing me?

This is really fucked up. I'm so sick of losing friends to drugs, I can't fucking believe this. Rest easy kyle, I'll miss you.