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y/n's pov:
i have not seen or heard from walker in three months. thats about ninety days without him. and it's taking it's toll. i'm exhausted from thinking and worrying and dreaming about him. i hate that i can't stop thinking about him and i hate myself because i can't do anything but love him. i'm sad, but mostly mad. he has no right to ghost me when he was the one who asked me to be his girlfriend. i'm not even sure i can call myself that anymore. his girlfriend. i hate that i see him everywhere. in crowds, on billboards, his instagram posts pop up on my feed. i can't get rid of him. not that i really want to, but it would be a relief. his face is burned into the back of my eyelids, his voice whispers in my ears while i sleep. i'm being haunted by the ghost of someone who is very much alive.
"y/n."
mira shakes me out of my trance. it's not summer anymore, really. the last wisps of warm weather are fading. we're sitting in our last period of the day, english.
"earth to y/n!"
"yes, mimi?"
"wanna go to the beach after school?"
"i don't know..."
"come on, y/n/n, you need a distraction and i'm happy to provide."
i sigh and give up. she's usually right.
"ok, fine."
"YAY!"
the bell rings and mira drags me out of class. we walk the ten minutes from school to the beach and deposit our backpacks in the sand. i tug the hair tie out of my hair and let it loose, the wind combing fragile fingers through the strands. after i've slipped my shoes off my feet, mira takes my hands and we run towards the water. both of us laughing. it's so beautiful out here. the salt air and the deep blue waters. we both shriek as the ocean splashes our thighs. it's cold, but not too cold. it's a shock to my derailing system. she splashes me and i splash her back. we spend hours playing in the water, until we're drunk on the sound of our own laughter and the sun has begun to sink beneath the waves. i stumble out of the ocean, mira in tow and collapse on the sand, our giggles ricocheting through my brain. the sand is warm. it digs into my face and my hands, but it warms my body up.
"i missed this," mira says, smiling at me from the sand.
"me too, mira. me too."
"don't ever let some stupid boy do this to you again, ok?"
