Gabriel,
Honestly, I don't know you well enough. But you seem like a great guys, sorry I didn't stick around long enough to find out.
Anyways, I'm going to get to the point.
You have my blessing. Ive always noticed the way you look at her. You know exactly what I mean. Start healing.
Aimee
"Good luck,", says Gabriel, leaning against the door of the car.
"Right back at you.", I say. I don't want to talk much. I'm not ready to leave and I'm afraid of crying.
"For God's sake, Celeste. Can you get out the damn car and give me a hug?"
So I do.
"You're gonna do fine. I promise.", he says.
I pull away before i start crying. "Bye."
"You know I don't do goodbyes. I'll see you later, Celeste.", he gives me a kiss on the forehead.
"See you later." I echo back. Something that might be a smile starts to form.
And I like it.
YOU ARE READING
her words.
Teen FictionTRIGGER WARNING: suicide, depression & a hell of a lot of stupid thing like slut shaming bc 15 year old me was an idiot. '"Here.", said her mother as she handed me the notebook. "She wanted you to have this." Without saying another word she wiped...
