Dear Elliot,
when the dreamer dies what happens to the dream?
does it fade away into the darkness or does it float around, waiting to be ingested by another hopeful being looking for a purpose.
i haven't caught my dream elliot, i hope someday i will but until then, im left without a purpose, just floating, breathing.
and slowly dying.
niall left to go rent some movies and left me alone with only his large hoodie and my thoughts.
but he came back, not fast enough, but he did.
he said the movie store was closed and we just had to entertain each other, i had no problem either way.
i asked him how he became my everthing. he smiled and told me i was his ever since i handed him that cigarette.
funny thing, that. knowing the person in front of you is going to mean the world to you... but not knowing.
its terrible to be lonesome in the middle of a crowd, you know?. and when that takes over and you're just left staring, all of this before that one person catches your eye and your mind immediately decides that they are going to be good for you without informing the rest of your body but leaving it to figure it all by itself.
i told him i was just a sad song with a lot to day.
he told me he was willing to help me learn how
-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.
