I was sitting on the curb. I was hurt. So hurt. Clouds gathered over my head, a warm wind kissing my face before rain started to pour.

If I was asked, I would have no clue where to start. I could start with emotions, anger, love, confusion, pain, fear, there were so many different ones running through my system at the moment, I couldn't decide which was the most dominant. All the roads I took with him lead to nowhere, everywhere I went with him, was a dead end. We would argue, and fight, and what I thought was love, turned out to be just another competition.

It's my fault, I'm worthless.

Maybe that's what love is. A competition of who can scream the loudest. Or who can cry the hardest. Who's heart can break the most. Who's anger can last the longest. Everyone had always described it as a magical thing, but what I experienced, was far from magical. I think the worst part was me. I was the one who would be screaming, or crying. My heart was the only one that seemed to break, and my anger was the only one in the room. And he would just sit there. He would sit there and watch me argue. Arguing with him was like arguing with a brick wall. It took us nowhere,

I'll never really find the right person and keep them.

But part of me knew that that wasn't what love is.

But I don't deserve it.

Part of me knows what real love tastes like, because I've had it. It was a sliver, a tiny drop, a ray of light. I knew it existed, because he would be the one to give me that speck of love.

My eyes widened at the sudden realisation.

Sure, he was a bit of a dork, and I pretend to hate his guts, but I refused to look at the reality. I smiled more when I was around him. I laughed more when he was around.

I felt more when he was with me.

And no, not just the physical touching he did.

I took a quivering breath and stood on unsteady legs. I wasn't sure what I was doing, but maybe it would be nice to let go and not over-think things for once. Go into the lion's den without a plan. Just let my tattered heart do what it wished.

I had lost my faith in love awhile ago, and it was officially broken. But maybe...if I just had a hand to hold, a shoulder to cry on, I could fix that broken faith, and get off the ground from where I had fallen.

I walked down the street until I reached a familiar house.

I held myself, shivering and swallowing my pride. I rung the doorbell, needing someone.

Someone specific.

Someone with powder white hair and bottle-green eyes.

Travis opened the door, and looked at me. He was flooded with concern, and grabbed my arm. He pulled me inside, not even asking any questions. He shut the door and pulled me over to the couch. I dripped on the hardwood, probably damaging it. Travis had me stand while he ran for something. He came back with a handful of clothes and a towel.

"Go into the bathroom, change into these clothes, there's more towels under the sink if you need them."

His voice was soft and gentle, like he were afraid to speak too loudly to break me in my fragile condition.

I nodded and took the pile of things, walking to the bathroom. I almost screamed looking in the mirror. My eyes were bloodshot and puffy, mascara running down my face in long black streaks. My nose and cheeks were pink and my hair now looked like a rat's nest. I took some tissue, and got them wet, removing as much makeup as I could. I looked for a hairbrush of some sort, but of course, a bunch of short-haired guys wouldn't need one. I found a comb, and tried to tame my wild locks to the best of my ability. After my face and hair looked....half decent, I eyed the clothes and smiled a little.

Travis had given me some black sweatpants and one of his T-shirts. The shirt was grey and had black lettering that read "chick magnet". I pulled off the wet skinny jeans, the denim almost impossible to remove. I then took off my shirt, that part easy. I put on the sweatpants, tying the strings as tight as they would go. I then put the over-sized shirt on, and smelled it. It smelled like Travis. Like the forest in the winter time.

I poked my head out, seeing Travis wasn't there.

"Um....Travis?" I called shyly. He popped his head out of the kitchen and rose an eyebrow.

"Yeah?"

"Where should I put my wet clothes?"

"Just lay them out in the tub."

I nodded and did as I was told. When I stepped back out, I was lifted into the air. Travis carried me over to the living room and set me on top of a blanket, wrapping it tightly around me. He set me on the couch and hugged me. He hugged me tight and didn't let go until my breathing was at a normal rate, which took a little while. He rubbed soothing circles up and down my arms and back.

"Whatever happened, you're safe now. I got you, and nothing will hurt you."

I leaned into him, closing my eyes gently. I was rewarded with the horrible feeling of dried tears weaved into my lashes.

I had lost control of everything, and I needed someone to take the wheel from me, and help me put my life back on track. I needed someone to take care of my broken soul.

"Do you want to talk?"

"Not yet..." I whispered, hiding my face in his shoulder.

"Well, I'll do the talking, I'll tell you a story. There was a beautiful girl. She had long blue locks of hair, and intoxicating eyes to match. She wasn't just beautiful, but there was no word in the human language to describe it, so beautiful would have to settle. She was a generally happy girl, but she tended to have a short fuse when it came to a certain white haired idiot. That moron would flirt constantly and tried his absolute hardest to find any excuse to tell her how amazing she was."

I laughed a little and listened to his "story". And all of my dark thoughts and depressing nightmares, were rationalised by the sound of his voice. He was a reason to keep going.

"It's about Jeffory," I finally spoke, interrupting his rant on things to drift my thoughts from my problems.

"Jeffory? What about him?" He stood up and went into the kitchen when there was a beeping sound. He came back with two mugs of hot chocolate. He handed me one as I wiggled out of my blanket burrito enough to reveal my upper half.

"I realised I was fighting with myself when we argued," I tried to explain, "he would always agree with me, and it just made me angrier. I was always at war, and today I lost it. I broke it off."

Travis tried to hide his smile by drinking from his mug, but pure happiness radiated off of him.

"Well those kinds of relationships aren't healthy. Space will make it better, and time will make it heal. And you won't be angry or lost for forever, soon enough you won't feel like this. You'll be back on your feet in no time."

"How do you know?"

"Cause you're Katelyn, nothing can bring you down."

"I don't know why I came to you," I sighed, tracing the top of my mug with my finger, "I could've went to Aphmau or Nicole, or even Lucinda. But I came to you. I came to you, because I know you won't just immediately bombard me with sympathy, and beg for an answer as to why I was a mess. Instead, you saw me in my state, took me in, took care of me, no questions asked. You tried to distract me, and help me. I came to you because you know how to feel. If we get into an argument, you retaliate, you have an opinion and you don't always think about what you say before you say it, but that's part of your charm. You're imperfectly perfect."

He blushed a little and smirked.

"Did I just get a long rant about how amazing I am, from you of all people?"

"Shut up and take the stupid compliment."

"See, you're already bouncing back up off the ground. Cause that's what Katelyn does."

And then, everything seemed so clear. My vision was clouded by lies and fog that gathered, not letting me see who Travis was, and how much he cared.

The clouds that gathered in my eyes were gone, and all I could see, was Travis' smiling face, hiding behind a mug of hot chocolate.

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A/N Soooo, no it's not my day, but I missed yesterday and Mady said it was okay so blame her if I get in trouble. So I wrote this a few months ago and thought it was okay, not sure how I feel about it now, it's off for some reason....Anyways! I hope you all enjoy, I love you all, devils, and I love anyone who isn't one of my devils. I hope you have a wonderful day/night/afternoon/morning/week/month/year/life.

Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

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