sometimes I missed her. sometimes I layed awake and thought about her. sometimes i dreamt about her. and sometimes i blamed myself for her.
the way her hips swung when she walked. the dimples surrounding her mouth when she talked. her soft hands and her laugh. the notes we passed in math. her black hair and tan skin and when her accent slipped.
I couldn't help but blame myself for her death. if I would've made a move earlier, if i would've straight up told her about calum, maybe if i never pretended to like lana.
adriana ramirez would be in my arms, her lips would be pressed against mine, my fingers entangled in her hair. the stage lights would've reflect in her deep brown eyes, and all that late night song inspiration
she would be by my side, not 6 feet underground.
but instead it was lana. lana's green eyes, lana's pale cold hands, lana's bleached hair, and the son we shared. I didn't love her, I couldn't look at her the same way, the same way I looked at adri.
although, the thing I regret most is our relationship. we should've stayed friends, we should've left shit the way it should've been.
maybe friends was good enough, but it's too late now.
she's already gone.
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