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You fooled me from the start When you let me start to love you. It's like a bunch of broken picture frames But the photo still remains the same.
And I, I thought it'd be easy to run But my legs are broken.
three weeks later
There is going to be A LOT of switches in POV in this chapter, so be prepared.
3rd person
"It was hard to stay angry when I felt so sad. I would rather have felt angry, but instead, all I could do was sob. Even though people had been coming over all day, the house seemed so lonely that I couldn't stand it. The room grew somewhat dimmer. I didn't move as it grew dimmer still. Then, with a start, I hurried outside and ran to the alley in back of our house. Through a break between the buildings, I saw that the sun hung low over the horizon. I watched it until it started to hide between two trees in the distance. Then I climbed on a car and watched until only half of the sun was visible, then a quarter, and then I felt a huge sickening panic inside of me and ran as hard as I could to a ladder I saw down the alley. I rushed up the ladder and climbed on the roof of somebody's garage. I saw the sun again, a quarter of it, and then a slice, and then it disappeared, the last time ever that the sun would set on a day my sister had lived."
Oh how I relate to this, Olivia thought as she closed the book softly, and laid it beside her on the bed, the soft hum of Bob Dylan calming her. Hardly anything calms her anymore. She stared at her ceiling pretending she were outside and all above and around her were clouds.
The soft clambering of feet on the stairs caught her attention as she turned towards the door closing off her bedroom from the outside world to see who was intruding her space.
Kieran poked her head through the door to find Olivia staring at her, and smiled hesitantly towards the latter. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately. Olivia noticed this, but she would never say anything of it.
Kieran Kelly
"What did you need?" Olivia asked as she sat up and turned to the door where I was. I saw a book behind her as she sat up and mentally rolled my eyes. (me everyday at school, because it is rude to roll your eyes at a teacher. But I mean, I can't help a natural reaction, so.) That girl was the biggest damn bibliophile I knew, always having a book with her. There wasn't a time when you couldn't catch her reading. Whether we were on a break at work, or if she was at her house by herself. She would much rather read a book than watch a television program, which was what everybody seemed to be doing nowadays.
"It's Ponyboy's birthday today, and he wanted you to be there." I explained quickly while looking at her.
"Great! I needed to get out of this house anyways." Olivia exclaimed while jumping off the bed and rushing down the stairs, me following close behind. Once we were outside, Olivia turned towards me, her jaw locked tightly in a way that reminded me of a mother when discovering her child scribbled on the walls just before scolding them.
