In other dimensions Savannah would not be dealing with depression. Savannah wouldn't be planning to kill herself at the end of next month. In other dimensions Savannah wouldn't have met Charlie.
In other dimensions Charlie would be trying to talk t...
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SAVANNAH
CLOUDS TRAVEL PAST ME as I float in agony of never ending reminders. I can never forget. I should never forget.
Sometimes I imagine what it would it have been like if Eret was still here.
Coming home would be more of a blessing than a chore. Saturdays and Sundays would not be spent locked up in my room mindlessly staring into the endless space of the ceiling. My whole world revolves around that off-white coloured imagination, despite so many of Eret's pictures hanging off of it.
Eret would be calling me, demanding me to meet with him before thou mother shall return from her visit to the temple of holy goods. We would go get the warmest donuts and take them to Sunday breakfast. He would be blasting U2 and urging me to sing along with him because he would know I knew all the lyrics because of him.
Talking to Mama and Papa would not be hard because he'd be there and stick in some stupid, brainwashed jokes.
Papa would care just a little bit more.
Mama would be just a little bit more patient.
Enzo would still admire Eret as someone he could become and learn from not think of Eret as someone who was selfish and disgusting.
Eret would still be sleeping in the room next to mine and he would still knock on the wall sometime in the night to get us to go up to the rooftop and just watch. Let life move around us while we stay stuck in place.
There would not be a remembering Eret at all because he'd never leave. He'd never be out of sight out of mind.
There wouldn't be a day where we needed to buy candles and flowers in pairs to put at the graveyard. There would be no grave at all.
"Hannah!" Ivy shakes my shoulders as I blink to look up at her. The brightness of the room doesn't do my thoughts justice. Everything hurts.
"I'm going." I mutter to her back as I walk past her with my earphones in hand. I put them in as Ivy strides to stand in front of me.
Her mouth moves and I shake my head pointing to my ears. Her fingers clasp one and she pulls it out with a raised eyebrow.
"Charlie asked for your number." She states and my whole face goes numb.
Guys like him don't care.
He doesn't care. So why, what in the world would he need my number for?
I shrug as an answer and try to take my earphone back but she moves it behind her back, holding up a finger. Her face showers me with feelings of childishness.
"Did you hook up?"
I splutter and cough on my own saliva, "What?"
"So that's a no... So he likes you!" She cheerfully hands me back my safe space and I shake my head at her dumb ideas.
