Dear Elliot,
I met a boy today.
He had shiny blond hair and brown eyes and oh god I’ve never seen anything so beautiful, so innocent. I began to imagine what he was like. Did he have a sister? Was he on good terms with his parents? Was he happy? All these little things I wanted to know but probably would never find out .
Its a bit painful to crave something too gentle for you as you want to love it but you’re too afraid of breaking it to be enticed by the moment. Looking back up at him, I saw him smile at me with a little bit of wave from his cigarette curled hands. I looked away. I promise. I walked home. I didn’t look back.
I keep wondering what could have happened if I smiled back but then there were tears between the kissing and that wasn’t okay. Especially because they weren’t from me.
-Cass
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Letters To Elliot -horan //COMPLETED AND EDITING//
Nouvelles☯ they craved each other in the most innocent way but it wasn't enough☯ A story of a girl with blue hair and a boy who thought he could pretend she was okay.
