A few days passed before I saw you again and though it was amazing getting to hear your voice, the tone wasn't the same. Your eyes wear dropped, your smile was hidden, and your guitar case hung lower. You weren't the same Evan I had grown to love.
"How are you doing?" I asked hoping to get something out of you. But failed to do so.
"I'm fine." Whispering became a bad habit of yours, that's alright though.
"Oh, it's just that, you're so quite." Attempting to make an effort on talking to you. I didn't want to go to far, you were my everything, and I couldn't loose you. Funny how things turn out, huh?
"Yeah, there's a lot on my mind, I'm sorry." You mumbled with smirk.
I shrugged off your excuse and enjoyed the rest of the night.
It was beautiful. I wish you could've been there- mentally anyway. The lot we found ourselves in was desolate and blinding with stars; each one peaking its light through the canopy of tree tops. The bundle of blankets you brought took place on the firm ground. The serenity and comfort of that night is what puts me to sleep at night. I like to think you knew what that night confirmed for me; I like to think you knew I loved you.
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Letting Go
Teen FictionI don't know how to describe this story, so I'll say it's about a couple, love, loss, gain, and pain.
