Unspoken Feelings

Prologue

On July 11th, 2000, in Los Angeles, California, I was brought into this world.

I have been living in Los Angeles ever since then, specifically in Palisades. It was the place everyone would dream to raise a family. In the winter it'd never get below 55 degrees and in the summer it never went above 90 degrees. If you've been living in the neighborhood long enough, then you would know everyone waves from their cars and daily walks. It is the sort of community that makes you feel like everyone is family. That is one of the main things I cherish about it.

My life can not be summed up in two or three sentences; nor can it be interpreted in a neat and simple manner. Despite how well known I am and how many people I have been around, everyone only see's what I allow them to see. So no, no one knows how my story goes or how it'll end and that is how I planned on keeping it, well until I met her.

Right now I'm 82 years old, but even now I can remember everything from that year, down to the smallest details. I try to think back to that year every so often, not wanting to forget any thing. There are moments when I just want to feel as I did, no matter what feeling it was. Now as I age, I take the memories as they come and go, cherishing every inch my mind is allowing me to reminisce.

It is February 25th, the date that makes me feel it all. The sky is clear and the breeze makes me shiver a bit, only because it reminds me of what today really means to me. It is only a matter of time before the cool breeze turns into a blazing sun.

Regardless of the weather, I feel it all coming back to me. I close my eyes and feel my mind travel back to that year. My heart beat, a clock ticking backwards; allowing me to feel younger with each beat. The wrinkles around my eyes smoothen, my arms and legs tighten to my muscles, and my breath becomes more steady. All the innocence coming back to me at once.

Everything around me does the same. The roads become narrower, I see fewer houses, and the sounds of youth rings my ears.

I open my eyes and I am standing in front of that building, the building where it all went down and I became complete.

My name is Y/N Grainge. I am 23 years old, this is my story and I will try to not leave anything out.

After all, I owe it all to you.

A/N: I felt very inspired so I decided to write up this story. I haven't forgotten about my others, I promise I'll get to those soon! But... if you've enjoyed the reading so far I hope you'll stick around for more!