the sun - charlie gillespie

nineteen

the night was a special kind of blackness, the kind that wants only to hold the stars and help them to shine all the brighter. it was a warm black that hugged them and me. when i was within it's safety i could feel my own soul all the more clearly, that innocent inborn spark.

my family hadn't come home yet, they were meant to come today but my dad said they've closed the roads in that part of canada, due to some snowstorm. it was worried but i knew they were safe. my dad as well as hudson would contact me constantly, i'd tell them i'm fine when i'm really not. i just don't wanna bother them.

it was getting a bit lonely in this house though, owen and ella offered me to stay at their house but i insisted that it was okay, i didn't wanna cause them any trouble. i was currently on the phone with owen, talking about everything. he kept me company.

we didn't only speak about me and my problems with charlie, we spoke about some other stuff. our favourite foods, colours, movies, musicals and tv shows.

owen and i had a lot in common which was kind of cool because i can relate to someone now. he noticed how quiet i got, it was only because i was thinking.

"what's the saddest's thing that's happened to you?" he asked. oh we were going down that route today? let my just put my seatbelt on. it was gonna get a bit shaky in here.

"besides my mother's passing?" i justified and he replied with a "yep." it's weird how people became a bit emotionally vulnerable during the night.

"i'll go first." he noted and i placed the phone beside me. while staring out my window, it was 2:15 am in the morning.

"when two people really get to know each other: their secrets, their fears, literally everything, and then they go back to being strangers." owen introduced to me his real feelings. i didn't know if he was speaking about losing his bestfriend metaphorically or it was about his parents separation. i mean mr oaks wasn't his real father, so i wondered what happened.

"like they have to walk past eachother and pretend like they never knew eachother, never even talked before, when really, they know everything about eachother." i sighed as owen continued, that's really deep. i feel like everyone's emotions come out during the night. that's why it was so dangerous being with charlie after my nightmare.

"i can totally relate to that owen." i agreed with him.

""it's like you don't know if they ever loved eachother to begin with." i added. like i don't know if the late/ early talks and hands held meant anything to charlie.

but i like to think they did. i like to believe that whenever he felt sad and alone, i was the one who made him feel whole again. because that's what he did for me. without ever knowing it he was making my life better. i didn't want to call it love because it was too short to tell.

but i can say that he liked me.

and i liked him.

i carried on elaborating my point to owen. that was until i heard a couple knocks at my window. i turned my head towards the window, moving my hair out of my face at the same time. i picked up my glasses from the side of my bedside and turned on the lamp.

"one second, owen i'll call you back." i told him.

"is everything alright?"