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Natasha smith was always known as the 'quiet girl', she has a tight circle of childhood friends, and spends her days buried in books. Due to her anxiety she's always struggled making friends and putting herself out there but now's the perfect op...
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Sometimes I wish I was a bird.
Odd choice in animals but they just have such a carefree life. They can go wherever they please and whenever they want. Could you imagine just flying over new york at sunset, it would be magical.
Unfortunately for me I'm not a bird, I'm a 18 year old college student who is very close to running away. Ok not really but im very much done with school and i'm counting the days until winter break is here.
I'm currently hanging out on the roof of my apartment complex, my feet are hanging off the edge of the very very tall building. It's not safe whatsoever, there's no fencing around the edges so if I even trip the smallest bit I'd go splat off the building.
Ok not a good thing to think while I sat here.
It's currently 5:30pm on a Wednesday. I've been up here for maybe an hour just listening to my music. I came up here to see if I could get more inspiration for my book but I've got nothing. I haven't been able to write more than 5000 words in about 6 weeks and it's killing me.
I know writing a book isn't easy and it takes time but it's just frustrating when it feels like you've run into a brick wall. I brought my notepad and pen with me just in case I get any ideas but I've ended up sketching the view I'm looking at.
It only just occurred to me that I've had my phone on silent this whole time. I grab it from my pocket and see that I have a lot of texts from worried friends. And a very very worried boyfriend.
Uh oh.
Before I can even open the messages I hear a door open behind me and loud footsteps, I turn my head to look behind me to see said worried boyfriend. When his eyes meet mine he lets out a long sigh and I see his shoulders relax a bit.
"I'm guessing your phone is silent again?" he stalks over to me with a raised brow before taking a seat next to me.
"Maybe.'' I mutter sheepishly, keeping my eyes on the view in front of us. The sky is mixed with yellow pinks, a little purple and dark blues. I can also see the lights turning on in all the buildings surrounding us.
It's truly magical.
"One of those days?" ezra mumbles from beside me. I just nod and lean my head onto his shoulder, he wraps his arm around my waist pulling me closer to him than I already am.
He doesn't push me to talk about it so we just sit here in silence looking over new york. It's so peaceful and I just want it to last forever but the unfortunate reality is that cant happen.
"I miss my mom and I keep thinking about how weird Christmas is going to be without her. I know she's not coming back but god i just wish she would.'' I don't realize I'm crying until I feel Ezra's thumb swipe the tear from my cheek.
