Dear Elliot,
he didn't show up.
i waited outside with a song that reminded me of him and the usual pack of marlboro's.
i waited with my hair down, the way he likes it and in a yellow sundress, that reminded me of his hair and tights, that reminded me of how he didn't bother covering anything up.
i waited and i waited and waited.
but i didn't come to my senses, mum had to wake me up and drag me in saying i would get sick and my dirty cigarettes wont do much.
i wouldn't get sick listening to i wanna be yours on repeat or taking slow drags of my cigarette and imagining shot gunning with him because i imagine he'd be good at that.
he called though. just like he said he would.
but then. he was high.
he apologized for not showing up or calling sooner and he sounded as sincere as someone under the influence could be.
but it was okay
-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.
