you're such a dream to me...
not your typical love story.
inspired by Ariana Grande's r.e.m & the movie Baby Driver.
Chris Brown story ❤️
i suck at descriptions but the story speaks for itself. I PROMISE!
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Date: September 23rd Time: 12:17 AM Location: Indiana, USA
"Want to slide on my ex and fuck your day up But I can't get out of bed Got me thinkin' of shit I shouldn't remember It's floating inside my head. And you love it here, I know you do."
If someone had told me I'd end up sitting outside a cabin tucked behind the woods in Indiana, I would've laughed in their face. A cabin? In the middle of nowhere? That wasn't my life. I was a city girl, through and through. I thrived on the streets buzzing with energy, on neon lights bouncing off buildings, the chaos of car horns and voices growing throughout the streets. But sitting here now, swallowed by the dark and quiet, the stars twinkling above, it felt... different.
It felt right.
The wilderness wrapped around me like a cocoon, thick trees towering in every direction, their shadows stretching across the land. The only sound was the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze, and the faint sounds of animals in the distance.
Out here, under the moonlight, I felt hidden. Protected. Like all the mess I'd been running from couldn't find me here. Like I didn't feel him breathing down my neck. Maybe this peace was what I'd been searching for all along but never thought I deserved.
Gage's black and white coat practically glowed in the moonlight as he darted around the clearing, his playful energy breaking through the silence. His paws kicked up little sprays of dirt as he zigzagged, nose to the ground one second, then leaping through the air the next.
He was free here in a way I hadn't seen before, and somehow, that made me smile. I stayed on the back steps, my knees pulled to my chest, watching him explore like this was his world.
But even in this quiet, my mind couldn't let me rest.
I could still see Blaze and Rabbit when Jasai and Reese brought them back to the hotel in Maryland, barely conscious with blood soaking through their clothes. Blaze with a stab wound deep in his shoulder, and Rabbit sliced clean across his stomach. Travis had been two steps ahead like always, and their loyalty to me had backfired on them.
The image of their bodies slumped and bleeding, and drifting in and out of consciousness, replayed every time I closed my eyes.
Samiyah and I patched them up with a cheap first-aid kit, pouring bottled water over wounds like it could replace disinfectant. We kept pressure on the worst of it, trying to slow the bleeding. That still wasn't enough and they were both getting worse, especially Blaze.
Flaco had pulled a miracle by finding antibiotics and more supplies in a pharmacy miles away. Samiyah's hands were shaking like crazy when she stitched Rabbit up, but when it came to the needle, she didn't miss a beat. I remember thinking how much stronger she was than she gave herself credit for.
