Em stared at her ceiling. The thoughts blurry and faded but somehow prominent and disturbing. It is at this stage where one feels desperate, outrageously silent yet somehow deafeningly loud. Your heart races at a speed of a thousand lightnings only they don't feel very light. The thoughts feel burdensome, overwhelming, making their voices loud and distinct as if in a narcissistic mood, begging—no, not begging, demanding to be heard.
She sat up, coming back to reality and deciding to escape it for a bit. She put on an oversized faded black hoodie and stuffed some towels into a duffel bag. Running her hands through her chestnut-coloured hair, she tied it into a messy ponytail. Then she headed outside, the howling wind hitting her face like shards of ice. She took the metro and headed to Bailey Brook; a little deserted beach on the outskirts of the town which was quite forgotten by everyone except the seagulls and the dogs.
She sat there silently, resting her head on her knees, watching the waves eat away at the shore, the orangey pink sky and the deep turquoise coloured ocean seeming to meet at the horizon. But they won't. They will forever be parallel to each other; cloning each other's colours; the ocean making his waves larger and larger, trying to touch the sky and hold her hand. But they will never meet, they were meant to gaze into each other's eyes from a distance, a forbidden sort of love but certainly not forgotten.
Suddenly she felt small weight pressing against her shoulder, before she could respond, a head rested on her shoulders splaying strawberry blonde hair all over it.
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Flower Crowns
Novela JuvenilElle, Nick, Scott, Michael and Em have been best friends since childhood. But when Nick gets diagnosed with cancer, Elle decides to start a band. Not to become famous or to go on tour. She does to reunite the group and ensure that Nick finds a happy...
