8 Days, 8 Letters; Spot Conlon

Wonder

Song: Wonder by Shawn Mendes

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Present Day: July 1899

Spot's POV

I walked out with Ace and Mac. Time to head back to Brooklyn.

I kind of wish I could stay here with Books, but I should keep my expectations down. I doubt she'll ever say she wants me too.

But that's alright. I'm Spot Conlon, King of Brooklyn. I could get anyone girl I want and I have.

Except for the one I actually want.

"I think I forgot something," I said. "I'll be right back. Don't wait up for me."

"Alright. Is everything okay?" Mac asked.

"I think he forgot someone," Ace replied, raising his eyebrows.

"Someone? Who would he have- oooh," Mac responded. "He probably should go get that someone."

"Shut up," I scolded.

They laughed as they walked off.

Damn they're annoying.

I walked up the stairs to the roof.

I had a feeling she'd be there. She likes going there to think.

I slowly opened the door and saw her and Race deep in some conversation.

They seemed close.

I mean they are best friends, but they seemed close.

They were maybe a couple inches apart until Books put her head on his shoulder.

I felt my stomach drop and slowly closed the door.

I shouldn't be so hung up on her, but no matter how hard I try my heart just keeps coming back to her.

I walked out of the lodge house looking at the street ahead of me.

My mind was still spinning with thoughts of her.

What would it be like to be with her?

I wonder if I'm being real
Do I speak my truth or do I filter how I feel
I wonder, wouldn't it be nice
To live inside a world that isn't black and white?
I wonder what it's like to be my friends
Hope they don't think I'll forget about them
I wonder
I wonder

I leaned the side of my head on the wall.

Right before I close my eyes
The only thing that's on my mind
Been dreamin' that you feel it too
I wonder what it's like to be loved by you
Yeah
I wonder what it's like
I wonder what it's like to be loved by

I turned so my back was on the wall.

I wonder why I'm so afraid
Of saying something wrong, I never said I was a saint
I wonder, when I cry into my hands
I'm conditioned to feel like it makes me less of a man
And I wonder if someday you'll be by my side
And tell me that the world will end up alright
I wonder
I wonder

I looked up at the crescent moon. She had a ring like that. She'd been wearing it since we had met. Its comforting presence reminds me of her.

I fiddled with the key around my neck.

Right before I close my eyes
The only thing that's on my mind
Been dreamin' that you feel it too
I wonder what it's like to be loved by you
Yeah
I wonder what it's like
I wonder what it's like to be loved by you