𝟎𝟎𝟕. . . chemtrails

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🎄 . . .CHAPTER 007 !
( narrative . . . imessage . . . )
❛ i miss you so much ❜


















































CHEMTRAILS
❛❛ there are some days when
i hear that song, and i hate to
admit it, but i miss it, i do. oh, i
miss it, i miss you . . ❜❜
lizzie mcalpine
























































09/30/23

Elena has been listening to Back To December on repeat the entire night, occasionally taking sips out of the bottle of Vodka she's holding. She doesn't know why exactly she likes the feeling of alcohol running through her veins, but she does. She turns the music off and lets out a sigh, choosing to switch to a different song.

The Way I Loved You by Taylor Swift turns on next. The song reminds Elena of she and Gracie's relationship. From the fights they had, to the rain confession they had one night that ended with a kiss, it's their song.

Her eyes trail over to her phone, and an idea comes to mind. It's a bad idea, but one that could solve her problems. If she was sober, maybe she wouldn't do this, but she's not, so she's doing this.

She quickly picks up her phone with shaky hands, unlocks it and pulls up Gracie's contact.

her brain is screaming at her to drop the phone considering she literally just entered her reputation era earlier today and doesn't need to go back to her folkore one.

She takes a big gulp of her bitter drink before pressing the call icon. She shakily brings the phone up to her ear and lies down on her back on the floor.

After ringing for thirty seconds straight, the call goes to voicemail, and Elena's drunken state of mind makes her feel the sudden urge to cry. And she does.

"Freckles," she gets out, letting out a tiny sob. Not thinking clearly, she begins to spill her heart out. "I miss you so much, and I know you hurt me, but I can't help but still love you, and I need you in my life, and as much as I hate you, I want to die every time I realize you're not crawling back into my arms. I don't love Reggie. I love you so fucking m-much. And yes, I'm drunk, but I miss you. Gracie- Freckles, please." She has no idea what she's saying; the words just keep coming out of her mouth.

Deciding that she's done with her message, she clicks the red button that hangs up the phone, and she passes out right after.


























𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 ✷ gracie abramsWhere stories live. Discover now