Heather (On hold)

Prologue

Amora

It's the third of December. The irony is that today of all days he's with her. A year ago today, that was me. In your sweater. I should have known then that that was when I was going to lose him because while I was holding his hand, he was watching her. Did I tell you it was my birthday? All I wanted was for once he could look at me, without wishing I was her.

Heather.

I get it. I'm not as pretty as she is, not even close. But what is the point of kissing me and telling me I'm the only one when she is your only one? I guess he got what he wanted though. Now Heather is wearing his sweater. The sweater I had on a year ago, the one he was always wishing she would be wearing. 

Grayson, the stupid boy I fell in love with is now putting his arm around her shoulder. Walking around campus like he didn't just completely obliterate any hope I had left. Last year he got me gracious amounts of gifts, all the things I wanted. I think it was out of guilt. But you know what he didn't get me? The one thing I truly wanted. 

Him. 

I wanted him, but I couldn't have just him. No, I had her too. When we were together my only focus was Grayson. His focus on me? Not so much. 

Now they're sitting on the bench we used to sit on. Holding hands. Kissing. You gave her your sweater, Grayson. Does she know you gave me the same one, too? 

I look away, I can't stand the sight anymore, and catch a glimpse of a shaggy blonde-haired boy staring at me. He quickly looks away and continues to read the book that is in his lap. I stare at him for a while until I hear laughter. Their laughter. 

I turn back to them and watch as he tucks a piece of her bleached blonde hair behind her ear. Did he like blonde better than my black hair? Blues eyes instead of my green ones? Tall model body compared to my short one?

She's everything I'm not.

 I guess I can be disappointed again this year because what I wish for when I blow out my candles, I can't have.

I wish I were Heather.

Okay, I think y'all can guess what this story is about... In case you don't, lol, it's inspired by the song Heather by Conan Gray. I don't really know what inspired me to write this (probably my obsession with Conan Gray), but I hope it turns out good!

Xoxo

Madalynne <3

P.s. I think it's really funny that my laptop try's to correct my name like I'm the one spelling it wrong! Maybe it's just spelled differently than others?! Smh 😑. Anyway, tea time over. Vote, comment, and like!