sixty seconds

sixty seconds

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overview

❝he wasn't looking for anything permanent, and she knew; but unlike everyone else, she didn't care.❞ 

timid but thriving, blair was anything but opposed to making friends with the tall, mysterious, blue-eyed boy playing guitar on a bench at one a.m. outside the city she lived in. 

loud but withdrawn, van wasn't like anyone she'd ever met, but his crude jokes and refusal to part from his beanie drew blair to him every night. 

he would talk to her through the duration of one song, then get up and leave. and after a few weeks, she realizes that sixty seconds a day keeps the heartache away.

a/n

i'm becoming a story slut. all i wanna do is post. different variety. sentence fluency. characters. plots. this story is going to be short but long, and you're probably going to cry (probably not, i suck at drawing out emotions) and laugh and try to set me on fire. 

i love you guys, a lot. 

for now, here's a spoiler of a quote.

❝if i didn't notice that he started to play my favorite songs instead of his, maybe i wouldn't have fallen in love with him.❞