The Almost Kiss |Becstin|

Chapter 23. Please Don't Die

Hiiii hope you're ready for this
because you're gonna be totally surprised man so don't die.

Another thing... this may be the second to last chapter
before the Epilogue because I'm totally out of ideas.

I don't even know if I'm gonna do a sequel.

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(Becky's P.O.V)

As I woke up, I noticed the sun shining into my room from my window.

I got up with a groan and went to shut the blinds and flopped back into my nice warm cozy bed.

But even then I couldn't fall back asleep and I don't even know why.

I mean I still feel tired but sometimes I just can't fall back asleep just because I don't know man leave me be.

My mind and me like to argue a lot.

One minute we're bestfriends the next we're enemies so...
guess we're twins.

I finally dragged my sorry ass out of bed, moaning in pain because I forgot all about my cut up wrists.

All I could think about was Austin and somehow felt like it was my fault that he was in the hospital.

Just now I wanted to die because I probably deserve it.

Just then I realized I needed some music to calm me down and decided to put on one of my favorite songs.

Professor Green ft Tori Kelly - Lullaby

I grabbed some fruit loops and sat down and just let myself get into the song because I just love songs that I can relate too.

Then soon I found myself starting to sing it softly to myself.

[Tori Kelly:]

All the time I have layed in your lie
When your love kept me safe through the night

All the time I was sure you were mine
And before time demands our goodbye

Can you sing me a last lullaby?

[Professor Green:]

It's been a while since I last dreamt
Barely remember what it's like to dream

Finding it hard to get to sleep, too stressed
And there ain't anyone to sing a lullaby to me

Pretend shit doesn't get to me
And I suffer in silence when I'm hurting

A man's problems are his own
And it's my burden

Tossing and turning, trying to get to sleep
But I find it hard to switch off when my mind's working
I ponder on things I shouldn't ponder on

Off the rails, my train of thought's wandering
Sick of pretending to be so happy

All the while my anxiety's away at me
My skin crawling, I look up to the sky