Cheryl was always the casual, edgy one.
Maybe that was the reason that made her stand out of her whole group of friends to someone who looked on. Otherwise there wasn't really much to her. But for Remy there was much more; much more that attracted her to Cheryl.
Remy & Cheryl were more alike than either of them were even aware of.
Cheryl was more of a floater, not a loner unlike Remy.
She didn't really have bestest of friendships with the any of the people she hung out with but she still managed to maintain ties with them & almost everyone else, even Remy.
Whenever nobody was looking Cheryl talked to her.
Remy tried her best, not to overthink the whole situation. But being with yourself all day long, messes with your head when you don't really want to be with yourself. Remy wasn't sure what she was doing wrong.
If only she could drag herself out of her own head, people would see the real person behind that blur.
That halo of flesh & blood, moving around the school; going through the motions.
Maybe this was how it was supposed to be.
Remy had surrendered herself to the darkness inside of her.
But then, no one's supposed to be living in those darkest, hellish pits of loneliness with no hope of ever getting out.
It had almost become a ritual for Remy, watching Cheryl.
Everyday.
It would have been creepy and bordering plain old stalker; but someone had to be looking, someone had to be noticing all that storm brewing underneath that relatively calm demeanor to point it all out.
