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
TODAY IS A GOOD day. I don't experience the same cloud over my eyes and focusing on Ivy shuffling around the room is easier. She's cleaning out her whole closet and deciding which clothes to donate.
I watch her moving and muttering to herself until she turns to me with a teal blouse in front of her chest.
"Yes or no?" Her eyes are excited and I shake my head, she throws it over her shoulder to the door and I chuckle.
"It doesn't go with the rest of your outfits..." I explain and feel as if I'm alive again. Living and breathing after a storm of numbness.
You, Amore, are making me pray to god that I'm not shallow.
The sentence is buried deep in my mind and I find myself searching for Charlie's face in our dorm room.
It doesn't make sense that we've only hung out one day and I'm already looking for his face everywhere. It shouldn't be like that. The guy practically pushed himself into my life without any trouble and found himself a quiet little corner in my brain.
I wonder if I have that power too.
To overtake a person like a wave, plunging them deep into me as if I were something to remember, something to be excited for.
"Did Charlie find you?" Ivy asks, over her shoulder.
After I came back I was so tired I immediately crashed into my bed and fell asleep. Ivy didn't try to wake me, but now on Saturday, she's doing some spring cleaning making me wish I wore more clothes and had to ravage my closet for things to throw out.
"Find me?" I throw a look at the dress Ivy's studying. She looks at me, catching my eyes.
"He practically flew out of here after I told him you're studying at the library." She laughs and tosses the dress on my bed. I furrow my brows. "Try it on."
I cautiously take it in my hands, the material flowing between my fingers. "He was here?"
Ivy's eyes widen, "Yes. He asked me where we live and came here asking for you."
I take off my top and pull the dress over my head. It's in a beautiful dark green color. One that reminds me of Charlie's eyes.
I look at the mirror on the other side of our room.
"It suits your hair, Hannah." Ivy comments and something inside me makes me want to smile, but I can't.
My lips aren't pulling and I find myself pulling the dress off and replacing it with a hoodie.
"Keep it, maybe you'll need it." Her eyebrows wiggle and I scoff, "I think Charlie would like it."
"It's not like that." I whisper and fold the dress.
