Late night, late night meeting, late night movies , late night sleepover, late night was our time , on occasional nights he would come limping across the neighborhood, like a wounded desperate animal searching for a safe spot , he would climb through my window and into my thick covers although the lights were always out he knew his way , knew were I kept wooden chair that was chipped and looked like it had been through some kind of war which it had considering the fact that the floor is lava is no less than a war and only the bravest survive, he knew where I had thrown all my clothes, and my basket filled with junk but I beg to differ as it is not junk but in other words memories, memories like this one where he would swim into my bed like he owned it , neither one of us uttered a word we simply just stayed quite as the ticking of the clock grew louder and his breathing slower , those nights I would wait , wait until he would come and provide me with warmth wrap his hands around me and cry , cry alot and then fall asleep but one day he just stopped coming, stopped opening my windows to sneak in , stopped hugging me in my sleep, he stopped crying,one day he just became a memory, a memory kept safely in my basket of junk , a memory I wanted to forget but I couldn't, looking back I never thought it was going end up like that we were going to end up like this, I called this person my friend someone close , someone I knew whose face I am going to see the next day , his little jokes ,his stupid arguments , his captivating laugh , the way he would hide his face whenever he was embarrassed though I could see the blood rushing in his ears making it look red now he was just a stranger ,it felt like he was never close I forgot who he was . Change happens , changes hurt but I never thought it would hurt like this.
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I am writing shit for the first idk even to continue. The story is going to include my fav ship childhood friend to lovers so yeah let's hope I don't have a burnout
