𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗪𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦 .ᐟ c.s

⁰²⁴late night cry's !

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❛ but mostly, i hate the way i don't hate you.

not even close. not even a little bit. not even at all ❜

flawless ✷ chris sturniolo !

・┈・┈・┈・┈・┈・┈・┈maxi's pov...💋

. . . 7:56 IN THE EVENING

      striking the ball toward the goal strongly, it slams perfectly in the net. then it thuds against the turf, the sound calling out agaisnt the hollow, empty field. i grab the ball and shoot again, and again. i keep shooting, night falling into day.

the sun has already dipped into the back of the city, brews of cold winds sweeping across the city and golden streams of pink and red lights glowing through them. although the lights are pretty, the bristly weather chills my body and leaves my face pink.

the only thing that keeps the field bright enough to play on are the beaconing lights from above. and since i happen to be the only one here, absolute silence is all around me.

it's quite calming actually, a nice contrast to the chaos that happens to be my life.

it's just me and my thoughts. and, of course the only thing that has been on my mind is chris. i keep replaying the kiss in my mind, the shock and desire i felt in that moment overcoming the plethora of thoughts that i kept experiencing.

bridget and her parents. me trying to make sure bridget is comfortable in our house—which happens to be more exhausting than i thought it would be.

kayleigh and whatever she's up to, especially why she was drinking at that party, which i still can't stop thinking about. and whatever kayleigh was doing at lunch the other day.

and the amazing kiss that chris and i shared.

i shiver at the way he looked at me. the amount of emotion bottled up in his beautiful eyes unmeasurable. and i've found myself not regretting anything.