a/n before we start. this is my first book, meaning it might be shitty. oof.
the sunlight dazed through the freckled boys room, like one day of a golden hour.
the boy squinted, slowly opening his eyes. he smiled at the sight of it.
stanley.
his curls. the way they hit his forehead when he looked up. his smile, at least. when he laughed along with the losers club when he made a joke, that was funny enough for stanley to not take it seriously.
he sighed, those were all in his head now. and, he couldn't go back, but only rewind them in his head.
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this was kindof sad for me to write the end, because you all know what happened.
im going to give you some hints.
it was either he died, he moved away, or he went missing.
YOU ARE READING
natsukashii; stozier//
Fanfictionnatsukashii adjective of some small things that brings you suddenly, joyously back to fond memories, not with a wistful longing for what's past, but with an appreciation of the good times.
