A thousand miles away but you've still got your hands on me. And I'm thinking, I'll never stop thinking about you.
Hero and Emerson both have heavy pasts that seem too hard to escape from sometimes. When their paths cross, it seemed like perfect ti...
I didn't expect him to be here when I got back last night.
But I wanted him to be. And that was stupid.
He obviously didn't care.
And after everything, all he had to say was that he wanted to kiss me again?
I tried not to think about it, instead I replaced the thoughts with the memories of last night when I left. Adrian, his friend and I had so much fun taking pictures, I felt like I really needed it. It was a well deserved break from everything that was going on. He texted me all night as he stayed up editing, and I was beyond excited to see the finished product.
I wish I had something to be passionate about.
Besides guys that didn't care.
The girl he brought with him was nice, I had never seen her on campus before. We exchanged numbers before parting ways, and maybe if I ever mustered up the courage to be sociable enough to make friends, I would text her.
My phone buzzed from my chest and I snapped out of my daze and shifted my attention to the small device from the ceiling. It was Sam?
Sam: What are your plans for the break?
I sighed before locking my phone back. I contemplated just telling him the truth. Nothing could damage our relationship further, but I decided against it all together.
It buzzed once more, this time it was Adrian.
Adrian: Check your email.
Excitement built up in my stomach as I opened up the application and combed through the mountain of spam mail to see that he had sent it about three hours ago. Why hadn't he texted me sooner?
It was a pdf file of the story he was to write with the photographs that he turned in. I clicked on that first and waited patiently for it to load, telling myself I wouldn't critique his writing, even though it was something I was known for amongst our friends.
Los Angeles, often referred to as the "City of Angels." Only, the city itself resembled nothing of heaven. It's easy to feel lost, alone, even terrified in a place that could easily swallow you whole. Friends are hard to come by and it seems you lose them just as soon as you've moved past the social status of just acquaintances. Relationships are almost impossible, and if you've moved here with a dream, chances are someone has already stolen the role, signed the last record deal or you're two ounces overweight. These are all things that the city has taught me in the short four years that I've resided here. If people knew what I know now, Los Angeles would be the last place on their mind. But the truth is, every city is almost a mirrored image. The world works in mysterious ways, none of them are easy and most of them will make you want to give up anything you've ever been passionate about. But if you focused on all of those things, they win. Everyone who tells you that you can't do something, me included, they all get the satisfaction of knowing that someone else failed just like they had. Most will give up before a second thought, but the most dangerous ones are the quiet people who sit in the corners of coffee shops or working behind the counters at local thrift stores. Just watching and waiting for their chances. They see it all, and they know what not to do. They see the world how we wish we all could, with it's bright colors and dark clouds. Because at the end of the day, they've already survived the storm. They're just counting the seconds until the sun comes out again.
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