45 all this time part 3

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You ever feel like the world is trying to tell you something No yes maybe well for Riley and Lucas is was they just didn't know it yet

Ashley - broken broken broken

Zay and Maya - shh shh shh Ashley sweetheart it's OK to not OK for once

Riley - I'm be back I need to clear my need

Zay and Maya - OK we got Ashley

Riley - thank you

Zay and Maya - sure

Riley leaves

Outside

Riley - everytime we see each other it's another damn fight all the time damn it for once I don't know what to do he won't either what do we do

The wind blows and another  red leaf lays there on the ground until the wind blows it away

And Riley finds herself following the little red leaf almost immediately  not losing sight of the leaf like she's supposed to follow it for some reason but she can't figure out why

Riley - what the hell am I doing well I guess it doesn't matter now because I don't know anymore but I wish I did I wish I could be the way I was before all of this but maybe that girl is gone now maybe she fell away with all the pain she felt did she fall Away did he fall away or were they pushed away from each other

Riley continue to follow the leaf until the leaf stops and she couldn't believe where it stopped 

Riley - oh my God

The leaf stopped in front of the wearhouse

Riley - the wearhouse the one he was ours

Riley opens up the door to the wearhouse she is speechless at first but she doesn't know why

Riley - Lucas

Lucas - Riley

Riley - you're here too

Lucas - yeah where else would I be at a time like this we're still not OK and we know remember we said this will always be when things are bad or when we feel like we can't  go home so I'm here

Riley - me too to clear my head and I followed a leaf here a red leaf

Lucas - like the one from Christina's grave 

Riley - yeah just like it Lucas

Lucas - what are we supposed to do Zay and Maya are right

Riley - about everything

Lucas - we can't blame each other we know it's horrible and we know it's not our faults maybe we were just

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