We drew the Moon

AFTER (1)

I wake up almost an hour before my alarm starts ringing and sit at the edge of my bed. The rain is falling heavily outside, just as every summer storm after you were gone. Some of them get used to handle the pouring days but that's not my case at all. Mom always told me I should move on but she gave up weeks ago. I'm winning every fight but yours. Sometimes is pleasant to know your memory is still ghosting around, wandering, asking for the hug I need so desperately. You are here, sitting next to me, remembering me I should deal with my anxiety as my feet start trembling fiercely against the wooden floor.

"Hey..." A familiar voice says softly "Are you okay, D? It's 5am and we need to have some rest for today."

Unfortunately, I can't share your presence with Trevor. He's sleeping on a mattress on the floor next to my bed. My parents still insist we can't sleep together and that my bedroom door has to be wide open the whole time while he's staying here. They think he's my boyfriend. Trevor thinks he's my boyfriend also.

"I'm fine, Trevs. Just woke up to get some water." I stand up and start walking towards the door on my tiptoes in order not to wake anyone else in the house "Go back to sleep. I'll be right back."

I know that -deep in his soul- he figured out what's going on with you. He can notice my daydreaming eyes and my constant references about us make him uncomfortable. So I'm trying to avoid hurting his feelings when possible, mentioning your name only when necessary. He's a great dude and I like him. I really do. But your name is still carved on my heart. You knew that. You did it and still left me alone.

As soon as I get to the bathroom, I can't help but to sit on the toilet and start crying because I'm facing the inevitable. Your face's starting to get blurrier and I can't even recall your voice. I rub my eyes several times but still cannot get your clear image on my mind. You are turning a feeling, rather than a memory.

Why? Why I'm feeling I'm going crazy? We were meant to be forever. Don't you remember, Kyle? We owned the fucking universe. We even drew the moon together. But all I can see right now is the stormclouds of the past -our past- hunting my existence.

And, of course, that your hand is not holding mine anymore.

A/N: Hello Wattpaders! Welcome to this new story I'm really proud to start publishing. Hope you like this little preview! Also, I would be thrilled if you hit the vote button or comment down below on your thoughts about the novel.

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Quevedroid