❝don't fall in love
it never ends well❞
➳ a daughter of a failed marriage, witness to ruined relationship was given the wrong idea of what love is-in her words, love is an idea; a concept created by society to comfort those in denia...
My legs were pulled to my chest as I sat alone in the empty field, a long way from campus but not too far to be completely lost.
I'm so stressed out. My head tilted back, looking up at the dark sky that was beginning to be filled with stars, noticeable clouds floating by the moon. It's only been a few weeks into classes, and I've already gotten a pile of work to do. I have yet to complete most of my assignments for my psychology major, I have a ton of french language homework that need to be completed as well.
I'm so fucking stressed. I never thought I'd take high school for granted, where it was all easy. There wasn't this much work, and in high school, the teachers gave us mercy and would give it once every week, but these damn professors were like spawns of satan.
I closed my eyes, letting the barrier that had created along my irises break down, the warm tears falling down the sides of my face as I bit down on my bottom lip to suppress that cries that were wanting to escape.
I miss Daniel. As if he somehow heard it from across the ocean, my phone rang, the ringtone I had put specifically for him echoed throughout the silent field and I fumbled for my phone. The same dorky picture still as the background as he waited for me to answer. As usual, I placed the phone by my ear and stayed quiet, knowing he'd know I had answered.
"Logan!" He exclaimed, his happy tone immediately warming me up and a smile appeared on my face.
"Daniel, hey..." I tried keeping my tone steady, but the crack at the end revealed my current state. His tone switched from cheerful to worry in almost a second.
"Hey, you okay?" He asked. I wanted so much to say that I was alright, to create a lie but the heavy weight on my chest got the best of me and a sob escaped my lips.
"No, I'm not," I whimpered and began blabbering like an idiot, my words probably not understandable, "My professors gave us so much work to do, and I know I like to keep myself busy but I've been skipping meals, missing sleep to catch up on the work, I can't—"
"Hey, hey, hey," his soothing voice echoed, "breathe." I closed my eyes, inhaling a shaky breath, holding it in for a few seconds and exhaling slowly, repeating the process until I felt like I could talk properly. "Where are you now?" He asked.
"In a field behind campus," I answered, my voice raspy.
"It's eight there, right?" I hummed in response. "Lie down."
"What?"
"I said lie down," he laughed, erupting a swarm of butterflies to appear in my stomach. I wish I could hear that in real life. I do as he says, lying back against the cool grass and stared up at the sky, the stars dotting the dark area with the moon not too far from them. "I want you to create shapes with the stars in the sky."
"Why?" I couldn't help but ask, a laugh spilling from my lips.
"Because I'm not there to show you my eyes, duh," he commented, causing me to burst out laughing, "no, but seriously, it should help with relaxing—put me on speaker and place the phone beside your ear." I did as he asked. "Now close your eyes and pretend I'm there with you."
"But you told me to make shapes with the stars," I couldn't help but remind him.
"Dang it, Logan, I'm trying to help you," he exclaimed, not able to contain his own laugh.
"Yeah, yeah, alright—eyes closed." Darkness filled my sight as I waited for Daniel to do something. I hear him rummaging through something, and could practically picture him in his room. I hear the gentle strumming of his guitar, and could see behind my eyelids that he must be seated on his bed, the guitar propped up on his lap as he strummed it. His eyes were closed, feeling the strings as he played from the heart, not bothering to look at the chords as he has memorized it all by heart to create a melodious tune.
"I miss you so much," I couldn't help but whisper, my eyes still closed. His strumming had stopped, and I could picture him smiling a bit—a sad smile though as the words echoed once again.
"I miss you too."
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ahhh this was so cute to write
since i told you guys [in my sweet thoughts book] that i'll be making bonus chapters, as an apology for not making a sequel, here ya gooo
anyways, i'm not too sure how many bonus chapters i'll make for Laniel, but it won't be more than 10 :)
i really love that there are still some people reading this story, it warms my heart whenever i read your comments. i love you all so much :)x
