𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞

02

I was running as fast as I could, running through huge fields covered in flowers.
I could feel water dripping down my bangs and I felt like I had been running for hours with no destination until I suddenly stopped next to a figure sitting in a field of yellow flowers.
The figure was picking the flowers and they slowly formed a small bouquet.
I asked the distorted figure what it was doing but instead it slowly turned to look at me and said: "The flowers at your grave are withering."
It was looking at me with sad eyes.
I looked back at its pitch black eyes in shock, trying to understand what it was talking about until I jumped up from my bed, feeling dry tears on my cheeks.

"Evelyn get up or we're going to leave without you!"

Today's the day, 12th April 2019, my parents, my brother and I will move away from my hometown to a small town in the countryside of England.

Yesterday was the last day I would ever have to see this dirty town and it's dirty people.
I'm pretty sure I won't miss it.
School sucked, the time after school sucked, the people sucked, everything sucked here.

I made my way down to the car, my brother already waiting for me in the backseat.

During the drive I looked out of my window to count all the trees that we were passing. I counted less than maybe twenty since we were living in an industrial area where the trees were nowhere near the streets and it was only until we were near our destination that I was barely able to count them all.
I saw huge trees, fields, plantations and tons of flowers.
I started feeling tired so I decided it would be best to take a nap until we arrived.

The past days, that we spend unpacking and meeting new people, were over faster than expected and I was now standing in front of my new classmates, staring at the ground to avoid eye contact.

"My name is Evelyn Baron, I am 14 years old, I just moved here a few days ago. It's a pleasure to meet you."
A few students applauded some whispered something into another students ear.
Another girl was standing next to me, she also just moved here.
"My name is Moriah Simonds, I am 13 years old and I also just moved here. Nice to meet you guys."
I turned to look at her, curious who the confident sounding person next to me was.
Our eyes met and I felt this kind of relieve, like I had known her for years.

This is how I found her.

After that day we spend every minute we had together.
Moriah was a huge extrovert so our small friendgroup managed to grow into a group of four.
Our group grew closer and closer each day.
Four teenagers that became bestfriends in a short time, spending their time going to the supermarket and riding their bike until the sun set.

Yet Moriah and I still spend time alone, doing what we loved doing the most before our friendgroup grew, like playing our favorite video games, baking weird looking cakes, stargazing or taking the train and just at a stop wherever we thought was pretty.

My mom told me Moriah's and my friendship was precious.
We were two opposites attracting each other, soulmates, twin flames.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧
I really don't know how to write long chapters ksjksj