SHORT STORIES

tolerate it

Hey, it really has been a while, yeah? Sorry, I don't write often, or, as often as I should. I'll try to write more soon, don't worry.

I hope you're doing okay, it must be cold there, right? Tighter spaces than Montana Manor, eh? (sorry if you found the joke insensitive).

I met a girl. She's so beautiful. She might even just be more beautiful than the world itself, it's as if God had finally sent me an angel for me to gaze at longingly with all the love and passion I could possibly muster. She makes my mouth dry, often speechless. She makes me laugh like a buffoon and makes me feel like I'm floating, the whole world feels so full and whole when she shines her bright light - walking into any room. When she's gone I almost feel lost and worry about her. She's one of the most spectacular women I've ever seen (don't get mad, 'course if there was a list, you would be the first ;)) How 'bout I attempt to describe her for you, so you get the picture:

Her eyes. Let me tell you about her eyes. They're alluring - pulling you deeper in a trance, falling into a sea of grey, a swirl of magnificent shine dancing around (once you look at them deeper, you could actually see a hint of wonder sparkling in her eyes). Her eyelashes are long and curled, with chunks of mascara, matching with a bright blue eyeshadow painted across her eye lids (it's a bit smudged from where I'm looking, but alluring nonetheless).

She had the cutest nose, and if you'd look close enough, there is a constellation of tiny freckles spread across her cheeks.

And her lips - oh god, her lips - are magnificent. They're full, pink and plump, glazed with a colourless cherry flavoured lip gloss (at least, that's what I'm smelling from this distance and position we're in ;)).

Her long, dark hair falls gently down her back (only when she stands up), right now her hair is in a scrunched up messy bun, tightened by a bright yellow scrunchy.

And let me just tell you about her body, because it's just glowing and perfect. She's got these beautiful breasts that she thinks are too small, but I'd prefer it this way (sure, any other size you know is fine, heck, I'd love her even if she had none! Don't be mad at me for talking 'bout this, you got an older brother cut me some slack). Her stomach is fairly flat, but she's got a little tummy fat which I love to tease her about (now before you get mad at me for doing that, she does it to me too! And she always giggles where I touch her tummy, so it's good).

She likes to talk. Well, now. When we first started hanging out - going on dates, whatever - she'd only ask questions. And honestly, I was very, very, surprised. I just remember her only introducing herself to me and then I started rambling a shit ton of things, but questions kept flying out of her mouth like tennis balls from a ball machine! It was quite hilarious (aye, and don't make fun of me for not attempting to ask her to talk - I really did. She was just really good at dodging them). At the end of that day, I only learned her birthday (February 20) and her star sign and how - apparently - we're not compatible? But it doesn't matter. She started to really talk after her cousin died (it was a close cousin, like you and Marty). She'd gradually start to talk a lot. Now she's a yapping dog. She's adorable.

We met on that beach nana used to take us to all the time, remember? She'd always carry around and sometimes you'd cry when she'd almost throw you into the sea. God, I miss you. Why did you do it? Why couldn't you just stay still?

Maria's leaving in T-minus 12 days (I know, she's so old now, I forgot). Can't believe she's going to university already. She's got a boyfriend now, and god, you would hate the shit out of him. He's so annoying and he likes to put his smelly ass feet on the counter of the coffee table, acting like he's the king of the world. Maria doesn't seem to mind though. She likes him and you would never understand why or how, like I don't, but it all narrows down to happiness and she seems the happiest one of all (don't ask who's putting these words in my mouth, you slug).

How's Marge? Is she still making fun of you? You know, she and I love to make fun of you, a 70-year-old woman is literally becoming your mom. And mom was not a good mom, so you're in good hands. Still, I wish you could meet her, she's so kind, she's infuriating because sometimes she'd want to go to house parties and that's not really my drift and you know, there is no balance but we make compromises.

Remember when we were in nana's grove, you climbed that really tall tree, I figured you could've died from it so I was bawling my fucking ass off yelling for you to come down, but you wouldn't listen? The accident felt very similar to that. Like, you just continued to go up, and I guess I realized the burning leaves on the tips and how near you were edging towards it, but then you came down with a nest of baby birds. And I forgot why I was yelling (for a second, until nana slapped you on the back for doing something stupid like that). But this time it was different. 'Cuz you got hurt. 10 external damage points, 5 stitches and a coma. I don't know if you need any more because you're already in a deep sleep, probably dead already, but mom died two years ago and I hope you remember that when you wake up or something. I never could look, you know? Well yeah, it was a burning school, sure. Something falls on you, usually, you try to run away, but you...you stayed. Lifting your shoulders up so that the 3 kids could escape out.

Your face was so fucked up, I almost didn't recognize you, but you got that little scar on your knee from that time you jumped off that rock thing, to bring safety to this puppy. It's Grover, slug. He's like old as fuck now, no? But yeah we like him. Dad was so scared. I'd never seen such shock features spread across his face, and for once, I really don't think it was about payment. I really do think he cared for that moment.

I'm living with her now 'cuz once the doc told us about the coma he dipped. I'm sorry. I'm being so blunt about all of this but you're probably not gonna even fucking read it 'cuz you're probably shaking hands with an angel or something, no? I don't know, I just believe that you're gonna wake up. 'Cuz you are. You're going to wake up and we'll stay with nana, once dad gets back (if he does) we'd go back to Daisy House, that cottage that mom and dad built when they were in college, and you can pick those flowers that you really like from the side of the street and I'll help out with my bucket so we can make flower crowns or whatever. Bet you feel like you're in a prison, but in your mind, no?

You know what's terrifying? The fact that I know, you don't regret going into that fire. You don't. Do you know how I know? The first person you asked for before I and nana were Darian Smith. That small ten-year-old, who's got only one broken arm and a bruised knee and some minor burns. He used to eat your chocolate chip cookies you'd make for him. You kept yelling if he was alright, but he was sitting right next to you that time sobbing. It was heartbreaking, honestly. He stays with you after school and 15 minutes before school, maybe even more. He's always there waiting. It's almost his 12th birthday, you know? Man, that kid's old.

Anyways, I hope hospital life is treating you well. This is letter 25, from your brother, Zach.

See you soon, Jackie - Love you always.

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Hey guys! Hope you like this one. This was supposed to be about a brother describing his new girl, but I realized how the story of the sibling wasn't told well enough so I just continued with that.

I've been meaning to do that 'Grey's Anatomy' thing where the lyrics of songs are the title of the chapters, so this time it's "tolerate it" by Taylor Swift. I'm a big swifty and I just find this song super sad in its own way and I think it kind of fits for this.  And I also really like the song.

Anyways, hope you're doing swell, been trying to post on the regular. But it's exam season so I have been busy. I'll try to write some more stuff once it's over, can't wait for yall to read my next ones...once I make them tho. But I'm excited for the next ones.

Anyways, thank you for reading so far! I'm actually very happy people are interested to read my stories so thanks! Please continue to read and vote, and comment if you want me to write anything else, I'm really open to feedback!

Thanks lovelies :)