SLIPPING TO THE PAST
Gavin was mad that I hadn't come to his game. I could tell he was slowly giving up on me. He started to avoid me, in a way it bothered me and I wanted to fix it. But February had come and gone with little to no interaction and Spring was slowly creeping up on us. Snow was receding, but the sidewalks stayed slippery and covered in slush. The fluffy white snow that had come for Christmas is gone, leaving in its wake black mush.
March would soon be reaching the middle of its month and before we know it school will be over. The time is slipping away like sand in an hour glass. The third marking period will be coming to an end and before I know it the summer will have slipped into Autumn.
It was sad to think about. It felt like just yesterday I was meeting Ainsley in kindergarten. It feels like yesterday that I would complain about how long the year was taking. They felt like they would drag on forever and then suddenly it with eighth grade graduation. I wondered where the time had gone. It felt like we just moved into our new house, but we were soon reaching the one year mark. The time slipped away and I was just letting it.
So I wanted to talk to Gavin, to tell him I'm sorry. I wanted to tell him I was willing to give us a chance. I think I've forgiven myself, I think I can move on from my past. Because the present is slowly slipping away and I don't want to be left behind worrying about the past. So I'm going to live in the now. And if I tried, Gavin would be that now, if I didn't, he'd slowly slip to the past. Just like everything else.
YOU ARE READING
SUPPRESSION •Complete•
Novela Juvenil"This would be a better story if I were dead." -Freya Sinclair ••• Suppression was never the key, that doesn't mean we didn't try to shove into the lock. @2014 all rights reserved Story is completed and is in the process of editing and then the chap...
