As he walked around his room getting ready to sleep, Drake thought about what Joslyn had said about Blaire earlier that day. He thought until he was sure his brain would explode. Finally, he decided to just write it all down in an effort to make sense of it.
He started writing a bunch of "notes" on his thoughts, trying to organize them. When he had done that, he felt like he needed to do something more. He thought about all the possibilites of what he might need to do, and when he thought about writing to Blaire, it felt right. So he got out another sheet of paper and a pen. He didn't know what he was going to say. He decided to just write and let the thoughts flow from his mind and through his hand onto the paper. As he wrote, he felt like something was letting itself out that had been pent up. He felt more calm, more peaceful inside. He wondered what he was going to do with it. But now that he was more relaxed, all he could do was yawn. He'd figure it out in the morning. He turned off his lamp and let sleep claim him.
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Sorry this was a short chapter!!! I kind of got writer's block so I decided to just end this chapter and move on to the next one, which I actually kind of have an idea for. Maybe I'll come back and edit this one if I get an idea or something. Thanks for reading!! :-)
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Dysfunctional Soul Mates
Teen FictionLiving in a dystopian society where everything is left to change but love, Blaire and Drake must find themselves and decide who they want to be. In their society, every year the seventeen year old citizens are gathered in an assembly and each is giv...
