Im writing down in my personal notebook when somebody hits my shoulder with the back of their hand; I look up and I see that it’s Ivy. You trying to hit on me again Ivy? I smirk.
She scoffs out loud as she sits next to me, as if Parker.
It’s the first time she said my name. I smile to myself as I close my eyes and take a deep breath to commit this moment to my memory. I open my eyes and I see Ivy looking at me questioningly.
Yeah? I asked.
You did that too when we first met, right? She asked.
I couldn’t keep my cocky grin, so you looked back at me when you walked away that time?
She rolled her eyes-quite a sexy habit of hers around me. Answer the damn question.
I laughed, yeah, I did.
Why?
I looked straight into her eyes, to remember you.
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Remnants (formerly Memories)
Короткий рассказ~ Short story of how a boy struggles to keep himself from losing his mind along with his heart ~ -I suck at descriptions but do give this a chance, mates-
