3 childish words

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.