𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 #𝟏𝟒

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𝘁𝘂𝗲𝘀 𝟯𝟭 𝗺𝗮𝘆, 𝟭𝟬:𝟭𝟱 𝗮𝗺

hi, scottie.

i'm so sorry for that night, for
arguing with you like that and
making you feel like you couldn't
be around me anymore.

if i'd just listened to you, if i'd called
after you to stay, if i'd just wrapped
you in my arms like i'd wanted to,
maybe you'd still be here.

i wish you were here.

i know you're probably still with
me, laughing about how pathetic
i've been for the past year but i just..

god, you've missed so much.

not just of my life but everyone else's,
yours included. that's the saddest part
of it all; you've missed so much of your
own life that i was so excited to
experience with you.

it's not the big things you've missed
that breaks my heart, it's the little
things; the pretty sunsets, the warm
summer breezes, the smell of the air
after it's rained, the way it feels to be
alive. you should be alive, scottie.

i think this is the last text i'm going
to send you for a while. i think it's helped
pretending you're still on the other end of
the phone but i think candi's right
—even if it does pain me to admit.

you wouldn't want me to do this,
you'd want me to be happy.

you make me happy though, scottie.
thinking of you makes me happy.

do you ever think of me
like i think of you?

Lando already knows the answer; he feels it every time the wind kisses his face, he feels it in every butterfly that turns his stomach over, in every beat his heart makes

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Lando already knows the answer; he feels it every time the wind kisses his face, he feels it in every butterfly that turns his stomach over, in every beat his heart makes.

He knows.

But she still replies.

All the time, the wind whispers as he locks his screen and pockets his phone.





NOTES !
epilogue will be posted in the next
30 mins or so :) thank u all so much
for reading along with this lil book,
ik it's probs been hard to follow with
the updates being so slow but i
appreciate u all <3333

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