The One That Got Away

Chapter 15: The One That Got Away

Wrote this in more of a third person pov. Actually kind of in love with it! Lemme know what you guys think! Do you like the writing this way? xo -Rachel

She gets on a plane tear stains on her face. Her little sister holding her hand, telling her it’ll be alright. She stares out the window as the place that changed her gets smaller and smaller. Finally sleep over takes her, and for a moment she is at peace. Not but an hour later she jerks awake. Haunted by the memory of her brother, and the hate replayed in her head.

Thousands of miles away he sits, staring blankly at a white wall. Memories of them flashing in his mind. Desperately trying to figure out where he went wrong. His friends try to get him to eat and go out, but he doesn’t budge. How did he let her get away? He tried so hard to get her to let him in. She finally did. He felt like they could conquer anything. Now all the remains is the ink on his arm as a painful reminder.

She’s been home for a month. She has taken a year off of school to try and figure her life out. “Brooklyn, please help yourself. Get out to the coffee shop and write again!” Her mother begs. She goes, just to get her off her back. Sitting in that small corner coffee shop again with a pen and paper brings her peace of mind. She scribbles out all that’s swirling around her brain. Beautiful stories of love and pain.

He leaves the beach house and that little town behind. It’s time to get back home. He stays home mindlessly watching his favorite cartoons. While his band is progressing without him. “Luke, please come to writing with us. We need your help.” His band mates plead. He goes to shut them up. He puts the pen to the paper and a weight is lifted. He feels like himself again. He finishes the song late into the night. A beautiful song about her.