last breath
phrase of breath
1. the last moment of one's life
(often used hyperbolically; death)
he promised he would love her till her last breath, who could predict how short their relationship would be?
Kaleb tour was taking a break, meaning I could finally go home. people always say living in California isn't as glamorous as you think, but after not being home for almost two years you miss it. the long wait in traffic, jamming out to music. the bright sun sets, visible from every point in the city. I miss my bed, and my fluffy duvet. I miss reality. I entwined my hand with mikeys as we got off the plane in LA. the airport gave me deja vu, the times I ran away. the handful of times i actually came back. I stopped in my tracks. a pair of brown eyes, somehow locked with mine. I swear I've seen them before. "you okay babe?" I blinked a few times, the figure went away. "yeah, just thought I saw someone I knew." I smiled, and we continued our walk to baggage claim. as we walked outside, he dropped our hands. "is it okay if I just come over early tomorrow, Bryce and I were gonna take our mom's out to eat." i nodded. "yeah, it's my first night back. I have some things I need to do." I stepped towards my cab, looking back once more. Mikey blew me a kiss as the cab pulled away. I opened the window, taking in the cold California breeze. a sign read this way to LA➡️ I smiled to myself, I wasn't seeing my dad. I saw Caleb.
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"miss." I snapped back into reality. "we're here." "thank you." I handed him the money and hopped out. I ran across the street, into the familiar syrup scented building. "welcome to lucky sevens, I'll be right with you." that voice rang in my head. "way to welcome me home mom." I teased. she dropped the plates in her hands, and ran to me. "how long are you home?" She whispered, as she hugged me tighter. "a month. and then we take on Europe. than another break, and onto London and Ireland. and than I'm home for a while." we sat at our regular table. "is Luke okay?" "just a cold, after all he and Miss Paula have put into this place I decided to help out." lucky sevens the name says it all Calebs baseball number, 7 Caleb spent many mornings with Sydney and Luke. those mornings were filled with miss paulas waffles. anyways, when mom and I moved back here. only three years after my dad died. miss paula brought a piece of home to her. whenever she wanted, twenty four hours a day. she could come here, and feel close to him.
sorry if this chapter is all over the place, I wrote it yesterday on my birthday❤ anyways can youcomment songs Ishould listen to, I wanna add to my playlist.
