"She's that book nobody bothered to read, or a painting everyone underappreciated."
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Faith Johnson, was one of those rare people, who possessed a feeling for beauty. The capacity for endurance, a desire for happiness, and a gift for...
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"You have but to
know an object
By it's proper
Name for it
To loose it's
Dangerous magic."
- Elias Canetti
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• w h e n s h e r e f u s e d
"he closed his eyes and all he could see was her, and he never wanted to open them - because when he did, she was gone."
[2 d a y s c l o s e r t o d e a d]
a/n quick author's note here, EVERY OTHER chapter will be in Dennis' perspective starting with this one (since I was clearly too dumb to think of this before.) And also it will be written in 1st person, (which I haven't done in a while so no promises, you'll see the song lyrics run through his head they will be in these [ ] ) Okay, one more thing - there will be an update for sure every Friday, but I will try and update at least twice a week (if not more.) That's all for now, love you all.
xGatsby
I adjusted the loose straps of my backpack almost self-consciously, a force of habit, grumbling under my breath and not feeling too enthusiastic about today. Forget about not feeling too enthusiastic, I was dreading being here in school, especially with half deranged thoughts whirling around in my head like a train wreck from the lack of sleep I'd had last night.
Last night.
[Here I am waiting, I'll have to leave soon, why am I holding on?]
Now that was something to remember, it was the biggest, most wild party I had singlehandedly hosted, it was great for the nine hours it lasted; until I woke up, lying in a rumpled bed by myself and stumbled downstairs to find that the place was completely trashed. Not that I had expected anything else, because that was always the downside of a good time, after all of the drinking, dancing and other things - days of clean up were always required.
[We knew this day would come, we knew it all along]
And I only had two days before my parents returned, to get all of the paintings hung back up, the pool cleared of . . . debris and the house interior straightened out. But I suppose I could sweet talk one of the cheerleaders into a bit of free labor with promises I couldn't keep. It wouldn't be the first time. Now I just had to remember which was the one that obsessed over me like a puppy.
