The summer I turned 16.
We laid on the grass all day dreading for tomorrow to come.
Conversation and laughter.
The summer I turned 17.
I was home all day waiting for tomorrow to come.
Noiseless and still.
The summer I turned 18 was the exact same.
Noiseless and still.
Once again.
And the year after that.
And the year after that one.
However.
The summer I turned 21.
Different.
Because in the end, you always go back to the people that were there in the beginning.
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Time Again // C.SB
Fanfiction"Latibule" (n.) a hiding place; a place of safety and comfort "I would go to hell and back thousands of times if it meant that you and I could last a lifetime together" That's what they were to each other. Falling for each other never felt like...
