Real Life - Sequel To GroupChat

XXIII

Anonymous' POV

I keep tossing and turning, not able to find a comfortable spot to sleep in; it feels like something is missing. Or maybe someone?

Her.

Echo.

The only girl that has ever made me feel the way I do. I get butterflies everytime I think of her. I can hardly control myself whenever I see her, all I want to do is hold her tightly in my arms.

Everytime I hug her, it, I don't know how to explain it, it just feels right, like that's where I'm meant to be. And I'm always left with this emptiness whenever I have to let her go.

Fuck, she's just so perfect, in every way of the word.

She's the strongest, kindest, funniest, prettiest person I've ever met. She's been through some tough stuff, but, she didn't let it haunt her the rest of her life; she worked past it.

She doesn't care what people think of her either, she dresses and acts how she wants. She's just so unapologetically herself at all times.

I get up out of bed and put on a sweatshirt and shorts, without really trying to be quiet.

I walk out of my room and down the hall to the steps. I take a look at the door to her room at the end of the hall and shake my head.

"Get a grip man." I whisper to self and rush down the stairs to the front door.

I put on my shoes and exit the house, headed straight for my car.

I get in and put on my seatbelt. I hold the brake and push the start button, letting go of the break as I hear the roar of the engine coming to life.

I pull out of the driveway and start driving to my spot. The one place I can go and get away to think.

I glance at the clock above the air controls, 2:43 a.m it reads in big blue letters. It's going to be another late night.

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I watch as the sun peeks out from between two mountains that joint at the bottom. The sky is a perfect blend of orange, red, and pink. The song-like-chirp of near by birds makes it all the better.

I feel a cool breeze gush swiftly across my face as I lean back on my arms and close my eyes.

I feel my body relax as all my worries and stress slips away and focus on the now.

My hands between the dewy morning grass; The small, warm rays of sun on my face; The cool breeze in the air from the night, balancing the new found warmth of the sun from the new day awakening.

The perfect scene. The perfect moment in time.

The only thing I could think of that could make this moment better is someone to share it with. But I'll settle for myself - sometimes that's all the company you actually need.

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Omg I had so much fun writing that last part, it's just so soft - for lack of better word.

I had such a clear picture of what that scene looked like in my head and I feel like I did a good job at explaining it in decent detail.

Some of my best writing if I do say so myself.. but what did you guys think? Was it a little much? Idk I liked it.. I hope you guys did tooooo. Much love, -🦉