Goner ; cth [completed]

fourteen.

dear calum,

today i stopped by your house to hang out with your mom.

you were there.

i was twenty-four now, and you twenty-six.

i hadn't seen you in two years and i honestly thought you were dead.

you looked so different. i was speechless. your tank showed off your arms and the side of your torso so well.

your arms were a lot larger than i remembered and you now had a sleeve of tattoos.

i told your mom that we could reschedule, but i wasn't even looking at her.

my eyes were fixated on you, and yours on me.

you then spoke up and said you'd leave. but you weren't around much so i figured it was important.

i shook my head and gave a small smile before exiting the front door.

i didn't get far. i broke down in silent sobs on the front porch.

the front door had been thrown open. and you walked out.

you didn't see me at first. but i could see your muscles tense and your hand grip into a fist.

you were going to hit the wall. but then you turned around and saw me crouched down on the side of the house. tears falling freely.

so you wrapped me into one of your tight hugs and we sat like that for hours.

love,

jess

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(a/n): My friend said that this book was her aesthetic.

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