Dear Elliot,
it turns out i left my marlboro's with niall.
he showed up at my doorstep with his crooked smile and them in hand, avoiding every question about how he found out where i lived.
he asked for my name. i told him it was just cass.
all in all, we ended up on the roof, smoking and squinting at clouds because none of us could admit how hard it was to look at the sky.
that's what they don't tell you in movies though.
they 'forget' to mention how hard everything is and leave us all wondering where we all went wrong, labelling ourselves as fuck ups when we're all alright.
well with the exception of me.
you seem alright though? are you?
i hope so....
-Cass
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Letters To Elliot -horan //COMPLETED AND EDITING//
Short Story☯ 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.
