The Real World.

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I woke up next morning, little energy, but I'd geared myself up for that.

I went and sat in my garden, just a small area but it overlooked a massive field with two stunning horses in it. Sometimes I would feed them, apples or carrots. Then the days when I had no food I felt terrible, but I sensed the horses loved me anyway.

I just sat on the garden wall and thought to myself, will the horses remember me? Will they even know I'm gone? I couldn't decide whether they'd notice my absence or not.

It was a hilly area where I lived so I looked at the hills and thought about one person. Just one person.

Adam.

I got my iPhone out my pocket and went straight to music. The Real World. I don't know why, this song just seemed like what I needed right now.

I sat it next to me and waited for his voice.

Magical. Every word he sung just felt like an extended sound, no breathes between, just a long, soothing note. Beautiful.

Ah, reality is a lovely place but I wouldn't wanna live there. That line holds so many emotions. I just sat and smiled. I must have looked mad but I didn't care. Why should I?

I would die for Adam I knew it. But I didn't want to die without Adam. I'm just not ready for that.

That's all.

I'm just not ready to go.

It doesn't seem fair that I had to leave, not yet. But then again I guess this is the real world.

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