Chapter Thirty Five: Concert.
Yeah, we're dressed in black from head to toe, we've got guns hidden under our petticoats
No we're never gonna' quit it. No we're never gonna' quit it no.
They were singing along to the song loudly, laughing and dancing together. The band was playing up at the large scene. Everyone was jumping around and had their hands up in the air. The air was heavy as a burden on your shoulder. The smell of sweaty bodies was strong too. So strong, Summer wished she had brought a nose clip.
Summer's heart would tighten to the point she found it hard to breathe, but for tonight she wanted to be free. She wanted to be free for all the problems in her life. Winter was beside her the whole time, never leaving her side. Once in a while she'd catch him look at her with so much intensity, that she would forget about the world around her.
When the concert with The 1975 was finished, Winter drove Summer home. He walked her up to the front door and then he left.
Now she was alone in a house full of memories that always haunted her in her dreams.
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Short Story❝Grief and sorrow will always be near you, but it must not destroy you.❞ In which a broken girl and a broken boy were lost in a world full of agony. *** [completed] #86 in short story ; Broken Hills. copyright © 2016. all rights reserved.
