***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.
dedi┋to KARINA bc for some reason she didn't know what streaks were??? but her sister is also reALLY adorable and I love her almost as much as I love Karina ❤️❤️
song + image┋ TOO YOUNG by SABRINA CARPENTER
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YUANFEN (n.) a relationship by fate or destiny
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"I'LL SEE YOU TOMORROW," Weston whispered against my lips, brushing my hair behind my ears.
"Okay," I murmured back, reluctantly pulling away from him and exiting his car.
I was dashing up the driveway when I heard his voice float through the autumn air, "I love you, Aspen."
And though if I had repeated the words back they wouldn't have been more true, I decided to keep them to myself. The words were guarded by a smile as I turned back around and flashed it in his direction, and when he smiled back I knew that he understood. Then, Weston rolled up his window, started the car, and drove off and out of my community.
I was tingly and effervescent all over, so much so that I felt it on my skin and in my hair and on my lips. I was buzzing. I had never been this happy before in my life, not even when I was first in my class last year. No, Weston had somehow made his way to the top of my Best Moments List, and I had a feeling that he would be staying there for a while.
I was finally at my doorstep, and after opening my door and shutting it as gently as possible, I immediately felt that something was off. Me being naive decided to let it be, and I momentarily forgot about it while I hurried up the steps and into my room. I then undressed, took a long hot shower, and threw on my pajamas. I was exiting my bathroom and replaying the events of the night when i saw her.
She was standing at the end of the hallway looking as haunting and as ghostly as possible. I felt my heart slow down and my breathing stop when I realized that she was staring directly at me - not at the wall or my clothes or the floor but at me. My mother was a woman built out of fear and stone, and right at the moment I can sadly say that I had never been so scared in my life.
"Did you think I wouldn't find out?" Her voice was like molasses, smooth and bitter and falsely warm. She slowly began to walk towards me from her position across the hall, "About your little ... date?"
"Mother it was nothing—" I tried to quickly explain myself, but she wasn't having it.
Mother shook her head at me disappointedly, "I thought that I raised you well, Aspen. Well enough to not have to get on your knees for New York's finest trash."
