The rain was slow.
Yet you always seemed to fall into a deep calm when the rain was slow.
A steady fall of water from foreign places you'd only dreamed of going. You let out a warm breath onto the droplet stained window, fogging it up. Before it fades you raise your blue tipped, numb fingers to the window and draw a small sad face. The moved condensation forms little rivers from the eyes and you watch as the face cries against the taxi's glass.
You quickly swipe away at the pictures, hug yourself tighter and ask the driver to step on it.
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Carrying the last box into your new home you wave the taxi goodbye, after giving them an extra large tip for helping you move in.
It was your first time living alone, first time actually moving away from your parents. Ever since you got out of that university you wanted a fresh start.
To escape the haunting of all the nightmares, of all the sleepless nights, and all the nights doing.... Unforgettable mistakes.
You place your hands on your hips and start to rummage about the boxes, putting cutlery into the kitchen. Avoiding staring at the sharp gleaming edge of the knives.
When you first brought up the idea of moving half way across the world, your parents locked you up, didn't let you leave the house, they were scared. They were scared you'd try something again, but after a few harsh words with them, and your counsellor they let you go. As long as you promised to phone everyday, and get an appointment with the nearest mental health house.
But for now, you didn't want to think about that. You didn't want think at all.
You wanted sleep. Jet lag was finally dragging down you eyes, swiping at your knees and begging your mind to sleep. You fall onto the bare mattress, left behind from the previous owners and just sleep.
From what you had already learnt about England, it was nothing like Australia. It was cold, and wet, and dark. The days seems longer, the nights seemed bitter. And your body clock was definitely out of whack.
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Hopeless (Dan Howell X Reader)
Fanfiction"I'm sorry," he began, stepping forward "I couldn't say this over the phone. I couldn't. I just... I was so happy!" Your face fell, you were sitting here, dreading everything you had ever done, and he was happy. "When you told me, my heart stopped...
