𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 & 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 ━ girl meets world²

2│JULIET CAPELWOOD'S DISAPPEARING ACT

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❛ ʟᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ & ʟᴀᴄᴇ​​​​​​​​​​. ❜ ° . ༄
- ͙۪۪˚   ▎❛ 𝐓𝐖𝐎 ❜   ▎˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
»»————- ꒰ ᴊᴜʟɪᴇᴛ ᴄᴀᴘᴇʟᴡᴏᴏᴅ's
ᴅɪsᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀᴄᴛ ꒱


❝ LOVE IS SO SHORT,
FORGETTING IS SO LONG ❞

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"Are you for real?"

Shawn lay next to her with hardly any space between them; the small college bed didn't really give them much room. His arm was warm against her skin where it rested on her shoulder while his hand played with the red strands of her hair. His blue eyes met hers with slight confusion. "What do you mean?"

The redhead closed her eyes briefly to simply enjoy the moment as a small smile crept over her lips. She lifted her hand to gently cup his face and her fingers grazed against the light stubble that was starting to appear. "I don't know. It still seems like all of this is a dream. We took so long to get here that it's hard to believe we did."

Juliet could feel how warm her face was as she lay curled up on her bed. Outside, the sky was midnight-black and the streets were quiet due to how late it was. She brushed roughly at the tears that leaked out of her eyes, which were screwed shut as she cried in silent, painful sobs. She moved her hand to her chest to rub against the pain that ached there, too.

The covers of her bed were strewn in a messy tangle towards her feet, having been kicked off when sleep (yet again) eluded her. The shadows in her room, illuminated by the streetlamps outside, shifted through the light curtains as the trees outside moved in the early August wind. Her apartment felt too hot and too cold all at once, from the heat on her cheeks from crying to the cool breeze that brushed against her skin.

Hope is for suckers.

How was that her outlook on life now? When she was younger, she'd always tried to be optimistic. Sure, her childhood hadn't been the greatest, but she'd made do with what she had and worked hard for what she didn't. She'd even tried to get her friends to look on the positive side of things when not everything went as planned. Now, her motto was hope is for suckers.

If she were being honest, Juliet didn't like who she had become. Where was the youthful girl that was almost always happy? Where was the 'strong, independent woman' that she'd always claimed to be? Who was this person that was crying over a breakup from three years ago? And, most importantly: why couldn't she move on?

The truth was that as much as she'd tried to erase her past from her current life, there were still memories of it that lay around her home. Her Walkman that was loaded with Awesome Mixtape Vol. 2, which she had planned on giving to. . . him for his trip to New York. His leather jacket that still hung in her closet. Her high school year book that sat proudly— mockingly— on the book shelf in the main room.

In her opinion, it was these small but lingering souvenirs that kept her from a peaceful night's sleep. Those items were why she couldn't completely forget about the past, no matter how hard she tried. And finally, those items were her only way of getting back to her old self again.

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The following morning, Juliet woke feeling drained and tired as if she hadn't slept at all. After completing her usual routine of getting ready, she decided to use the second day of the weekend to extend her birthday celebrations. (See, Kendrick? I do care about my birthday!) She grabbed her rain coat in case the weather changed and headed out to the theater.