It looks like the rain has gone for good
and Will has gone with it.
He hasn't actually vanished
but we don't talk as much
and we don't see each other as often as we used to,
or even at all.
I think he's avoiding me
and maybe it's better that way,
at least for now.
The sky seems to agree with me
and is full of colours again.
the way it's supposed to be-
I have to say it's easier being faded
when the world is so bright and loud
and when every day is so full of the things Lauren wants to do with me,
like splashing each other by the side of Oscar River
and eating ice cream in the park
together.
She is avoiding Will, too-
I think she feels guilty
about the way she acts when she's around him
just like I feel guilty about the way I don't.
It's no surprise that when we're face to face
we both try to put aside the past and the future
and talk about the present
as if nothing else matters.
Still, there are moments in between
that she can't fill
when I can't help thinking about what could be
and what it is that I really want.
It's strange, or maybe not so strange,
that I always end up thinking of you in those moments,
your smile
and the few times you've looked at me
and the way it feels when you're close by.
I know you're part of the wrong crowd now
and I know you hurt Lauren before that
but I still wish for you even when there are no shooting stars to be claimed
and my mind always circles back to you
in the quiet seconds in between,
and when it does
I can't help thinking
that the most important things in life
happen in intervals
and spaces
and you and I are both so in-between
that once I've talked to you
(soon, I promise)
we might just have
a
chance
at
completing
each
other.
(found at a train station)
a/n:
My wonderful friend @wings_ wrote this.
I begged her to write me a chapter and she did. And this is the outcome and it is beautiful. I love it so much.
GO! read her stuff. It's as perfect as she is.
I love you all <3 and thank you wings_ for writing me a really really brilliant peice of art xxx
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Faded
Teen FictionBecause in the end, we are all irrelevant. Especially me. {A series of notes and letters written by a girl called Chloe McMullen, found in places you would least expect}