Book 1
Leondre likes this girl. She looks past the dark clothes and smiles. She sees cracks and instead of masking over, let's her light shine through.
'I don't wanna waste away our love'
'I think we'll be alright, waiting for the sun.'
'A thousand...
Y/n pov I began to bring my art pad a few weeks ago. I mostly draw just depressing stuff, but sometimes the trees or horizons, occasionally a sunny sky littered with birds.
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Today he wasn't writing as much. He seemed preoccupied. But it was only when walking past him to leave, that I looked over, hoping to catch a glimpse of his eyes. They comforted me when I was disturbed and disturbed me when comforted. Today, for the first time, I saw him cry. When he caught me looking, he turned his head away.
Leo's pov She knows. The girl. I noticed her before. After me and Carla broke it off, I began coming here to fill the time left by the empty space in my life. But today the walls were completely torn down. Fans, my fans, my bambino's reminded me that I'm not as good as Carla's new man. The amount of dm's from fans asking if I was ok with it never seemed so real. And even though I'm over her, I miss the feeling. And I let loose. I thought maybe giving myself a day without hiding emotion would be beneficial in the long run. So I let the tears run down my face, tracing the marks that defined me. But she looked. The drawing girl. I wanted to know what she was composing, after all, she looked contained. In her zone. The sketch pad in her backpack, I became wary. She had seen my tears. As soon as she looked, I turned away. She didn't need to know about the amount I stared at her. Not in a creepo way though. Lost in my thoughts, I was suddenly aware of her walking over to me. I didn't wipe the tears from my lashes and didn't try to cover my bleary eyes. Just watched her as she came closer, daring her. But she was unfazed and sat beside me.
Y/n pov. I swayed myself beside him. I occupied the left side of the bench and he occupied my thoughts. For a minute we just sat in silence until I impulsively wrapped my arms around him. Yes, ok, I hate touching people I'm not close to, but I feel like I've known him forever. And plus, he looked like he needed it. 'Are you alright.' Wait, what. I was so surprised. He was sitting alone in a park crying and is still angel enough to care for someone else. He didn't even know me but cared for me more than himself. At that I dropped my arms down and automatically drew my fingers to the edge of my sketchbook. Mistake. His eyes fell to the large black book sitting on my lap. His eyes spoke, asking if he could look. I handed it to him. 'Y/n' his voice read. Once drawing had my name in the corner. He looked up, a smile already forming on his lips. 'I like it.' His voice captivated me. It was slightly accented and sounded like golden honey. He seemed content with the insight into my life and carried on flicking through the pages. At the back was the worst of it. When my mom was snooping through my stuff and saw these, she said it was a cry for attention. Little did she know, it was a cry for help. I needed this sketchbook. I reminded me where I've been, but also where I'm going. The pictures at the back showed interpretations of depression and dark thoughts. They would look disturbing to norms but to people like me, they comfort. I'm not as depressed any more but keep the images to remind me not to return.
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As he moved the last page with a deft flick of his fingers, he decides its his turn to embrace me. I would be crying by now after seeing those, but I've learned to hide it. I was so deep in thought that the voice startled me. 'Leondre. Leo'. He smiled at me and I soon found myself smiling back. 'If you don't mind, can I. I'm curious.' I say indicating to the tattered and taped book resting next him. After having it handed to me, I open the first page. The first word seems to be a title.
Hopeful
I'm listening to Hopeful as I write so it gave me an idea. Can I also just mention a friend of mine MovieShipperGirl101 as she is EPIC . Go check out her corner of Wattpad. Please press the star and comment. Any mistakes let me know. I based the tattered and taped black book on one I have myself that I write in. KEEP SMILING MY LITTLE CHICKIES 🔆🔆✊✊ (Keep smiling— see what I did there????!!!! Im just gonna stop...)
