Chapter Fifty-Three: Rooftops// Wash Her Away
She left so quickly, it was like she was barely even there. The flowers she'd pressed into my textbooks crumbled in my hands. No Aaron. No late nights.
It rained like hell for two weeks straight. Like the sky was trying to wash her away. I barely looked up. For two weeks.
Then I stepped outside onto the roof again, as the rain let up. Sat down on the wet tiles, watching puddles collect in the corners and the cracks.
The last time this happened, it was two in the morning, and she was beside me.
And the pain hit like an ocean. I sat back and gripped the rough roofing, my chest heaving.
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The Moth
Teen FictionNoel Lane is a worn-out college student, spending nights on his rooftop looking for answers in the silence and sky. When a strange girl with broken eyes and a soft smile appears one night, he's intrigued. She claims she's a "moth," drawn to other...
