always || bws

Four

It's been two weeks since the two have last saw each other, two weeks since their last night together.

They both had different ways of coping. Neither were forgetting, in fact they were remembering. They were remembering the past together and smiles creeped onto their faces as they thought back to the memories they had together.

Brad was remembering the times when he would hold Wednesday for hours just staring at her while she was asleep staring at her freckles and the few pimples she had scattered across her forehead. He remembers running his hands through her tamed, wavy hair and the smell of her perfume that was still lingering on his hoodie.

Wednesday was remembering the times that they had danced in the rain, the times where they spent hours laughing at each other and the times that they would just lay there together, staring into one another's eyes. She thinks back to the time where he gave her his hoodie to wear when they were walking back from school in the rain where Brad spontaneously begin to twirl her in the middle of the path. She thinks back to their first time and the shirt she had stolen from him that she still had, that still smelt of him.

They were both remembering things, but they were also remembering the bad times that, crazily, they miss.

Brad was remembering the time that she told him that she didn't like him in that way after he kissed her on the roof of his house. How that sentence ripped his heart in two.

Wednesday was remembering the time were she saw him kissing another a girl how she wished that it was her he was kissing, how she wished it was her he was with. How that scene ripped her heart in two.

But nothing hurt the two more than being a mere memory, how much they wished to be back in each other's arms. How they wished to be laughing at each other's stupid jokes.

Brad's way of dealing with this was writing songs and sending her texts reminding her that he'll always love her.

Wednesday's way of dealing with this is reading his texts and laying in bed with his shirt on and nothing but that.

She had began to sing, she thought that if they both shared a talent or a hobby that it would bring them closer.

She's trying to bring them closer but she was the one that had brought them apart.

To Brad; she was the one that got away.

To Wednesday; he was the one she let go.