Set in the 90s.
Through the smoky haze of the summer, June and Harry remember their past and deal with budding feelings in the present.
Mature and Explicit content!
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"I stay up late and I talk to the moon, and I can't stop telling him all about you."
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June 18th, 1999
June Jones
You know that disorienting feeling when you lean your head against the window of a moving car? It feels like your head is being shaken in such a gentle manner, like a marble leisurely rolling around in a glass jar. It isn't an intense feeling, but it's enough to catch your attention. That's what I feel right now.
My head leans against the plane's window as I look out into the sea of grey clouds. On any other day, it would be a gloomy sight to behold, but I can't seem to be upset. Not today. Even the creepy man at the airport who was ogling me couldn't wipe the smile off my face.
As the plane glides through the atmosphere, the memories within my head soar effortlessly as well, growing their own wings and casting curtains like movie screens over my eyes. Blankets of nostalgia wrap around in an unignorable grip, pulling me back to 1991. Back to the very first time I'd seen Florida. Back to when my life changed for the better.
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June 16th, 1991
June Jones
My temple rests against the thick glass of the car's window. The air in the vehicle feels stagnant and my legs stick to the leather of the taxi's seat. It's definitely unpleasant, but I try to ignore it. The driver had tried to start a conversation when he picked me up from the airport, but he quickly realized I wasn't in the mood to talk. He seemed disappointed, and I almost felt bad. But I don't.
Most people feel awkward when silence surrounds them, especially when they are in the presence of a stranger, but not me. I love the quiet. Sometimes it makes my brain feel fuzzy, like I'm sitting in front of a television without reception. Sometimes it feels like the static leaks from the inside of my head and surrounds me in an impenetrable shell. But those are my worst days, and it rarely happens.
