Aurora Lili Routledge, or as everyone calls her; Rory, is the twin sister of John B Routledge. With the summer approaching, Rory and John B have made a perfect plan along with their friends; JJ, Pope, and Kie to have a good time, all the time.
With...
My love was as cruel as the cities I lived in... Everyone looked worse in the light. There are so many lines that I've crossed unforgiven... I'll tell you the truth, but never goodbye.
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I wanna be defined by the things that I love. Not the things I hate.. Not the things that I'm afraid of, I'm afraid of... Not the things that haunt me in the middle of the night. I, I just think that... You are what you love.
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[Rory's outfit]
Rory~
THE morning sun filtered through the dense canopy of leaves, casting a dappled pattern on the forest floor as I stood outside the door JJ's cousin's van--that he'd borrowed-- waiting for JJ. He was getting the snacks basket from the trunk, in which I had prepared some PB and J sandwiches, with some Doritos and a few beers. He arrived with a warm smile that matched the brightness of the day, his hand holding the basket in one hand as he had his backpack on his back and I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in my chest.
"Ready for our adventure?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
I nodded, my own smile breaking through the layers of grief that had shrouded me in the past month. "Yeah, let's do this."
We set off, the crunching of leaves beneath our feet creating a comforting rhythm. The woods, once a place of solace, now held a tinge of melancholy, a reminder of the times when John B and Sarah were still with us. But JJ, always perceptive, knew that I needed this. A step toward healing.
As we walked, I couldn't help but notice how JJ's hand seemed to instinctively find mine, intertwining our fingers. It was a small gesture, but it anchored me in the present, reminding me that life went on, and there was beauty even in the midst of pain. "You okay, Rory?" he asked, concern etched in his eyes.
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