***WATTPAD FEATURED STORY***
In order to forgive, you must forget, and the only way to do that is to distract yourself with the present, throw away the past, and keep your eyes steady on the future.
authors note ┋as a small thank you for getting me one thousand followers, I'm throwing in an early update ❤️ thank you all for how far you've gotten me, and for the unwavering support! i love you all!
also, WEEKLYAMI starts TOMORROW so be sure to tune in and chat w me (-:
dedication ┋to Nevada (citydrunk ) whose works I miss the most and whose bubbly and warm personally never ceases to amaze me.
song + image ┋WHERE YOU ARE by Kurt Schneider, Max Schneider, Sam Tsui, Diamond White, Macy Kate
████████████████████
PANACEA (n.) a solution for all problems
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
████████████████████
"A LITTLE FASTER PLEASE," Mother tapped on the partition sharply with her long, manicured nails, jolting our tired driver away before he pressed tightly on the gas. Mom smiled, pleased, as she sat back on the leather chair of the limo and lifted a glittering glass of lemon water to her red, matte colored lips.
I sighed, turning my head and gazing out the window of our family limo. New York was busy today - the sun was shining happily and people were moving through the streets in the same hurry as always. I wanted so badly to be one of them strolling through the park with a large, vanilla cone in my hand and the wind in my hair enjoying my summer before Yale. But no, I wasn't and probably never would be, as I was currently on my way to the Lloyd's estate to prepare to drive down to my very forced wedding.
I should've appreciated life more, and I surely would've if I had known that this would soon be my life. I wouldn't have done what I did to Weston - that's for sure - and I would've told my brother that I loved him a little more often, just because I'll probably be living in L.A after all of this and that's pretty far from wherever Harvard is. I wouldn't have studied so hard, because it's all going to waste now that I won't be going to college. And lastly, I wouldn't have stressed so much, and taken Weston's advice to relax. He always knew just what was wrong with me, but I honestly wonder if he ever predicted this.
"By the way, honey," My mom began as we pulled up to the glimmering, golden gate of the Lloyd's estate. "We had a change of plans."
"Hm?" I mumbled, watching as the gates opened and we continued on until stopping right in front of the smooth French doors of the mansion, just as all four of the Lloyd's stepped out.
Mom didn't continue until we had taken my luggage out of the car and pulled it to the front steps where the family met us. "You'll be riding with Weston, now, instead of Cole."
