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.
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We have come so far We can't turn back now Let me walk you down this road
Follow me, follow me when it's dark out I will be, I will be your lighthouse And if you're lost, ohhh I'll lead you back home Follow me, follow me
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There was a time you told me secrets But you were scared I wouldn't keep them Oh, but nobody knows
We used to smoke and watch the airplanes Making out as the ground shakes Oh, still nobody knows
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Third Person Perspective~
THE lighthouse stood tall against the tumultuous sky, its beacon slicing through the darkness that had settled over the coastal town. The hour had grown late, and Rory felt the weight of time pressing on her.
Reluctantly, she took her leave from the small cocoon of conversation she had woven with Rupert. The cocoon of nostalgia and companionship was something Rory didn't want to leave, as she felt a bittersweet taste in her mouth, but the responsibilities of home called her back. She knew JJ would be worried, and she reluctantly stood up, bidding farewell to Rupert. They had reminisced about the good old days from her childhood, the laughter and warmth of shared memories providing a temporary escape from the stormy weather outside.
As Rory descended from the lighthouse. The descent down the spiralling stairs of the lighthouse was accompanied by the rhythm of the raindrops against the glass windows. The stormy weather had intensified, making the journey down slippery and cold. The wind howled, and the waves crashed against the rocks below. The rain intensified, patterning against her face. Rory's clothes slowly soaked through as she navigated the stairs, her thoughts still lingering in the past happy moments.
The storm, not too severe yet still formidable, raged on, driven by the relentless force of the wind. Despite the discomfort, Rory found herself drawn to the magnetism of the ocean, the desire to return to its depths reaching its peak within her.
Her feet led her to the edge of the cliffs, where she stood, gazing down into the tumultuous waves below. As Rory approached the edge, the roaring waves beneath became her melancholic soundtrack. The rain, now a steady shower, added to the melancholic backdrop as she contemplated the tempestuous sea.
The French phrase "L'appel Du Vide" echoed in her mind—a concept capturing intrusive thoughts, the allure of the void. Intrusive thoughts crept in, memories of conversations with JJ, of promises broken and stolen money spent on a hot-tub instead of restitution.
