We walked up to Aprils front door, it was crowded with vines and roses with the sharpest of thorns, i could see a treehouse in her backyard on a really tall tree.
I walk inside after April, her house was elegant but in a more chill less posh way,it seemed like the perfect home, She dragged me up to her room, we climbed from her balcony up the the treehouse that stood near her room and talked for awhile, then she got out a pack of ciggarettes, " Drown your mouth with the bitter aftertaste of ashes and smoke" she looked at me and said with that lemon pie smile , so i took one and enjoyed every puff of smoke entering my lungs with her.
evenually the warmth of the sunset turned into a beautiful night sky, we looked up at the stars for awhile then went back into her room and watched a 90's chick flick on a worn out mattress, we layed down next to eachother slowly moving closer to as the night grew colder.
by the time the clock timed midnight, we were looking at eachother , studying our faces, she placed her hands on my mind before reaching for my waist, my hips, and finally my lips.
she didn't call me beautiful at first, she called me exquisite.
we had sadness in places sadness shouldn't exist, our two souls had colided into a perfect puzzle piece of lust and depression.
-sorry for the short ass chapter i just wanted to get more of the story out and i didnt have much time-
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Somewhere over the flower fields
DuchoweJust some weird aesthetic book i decided to write.