There in those city lights, there was no her and there was no him. There was just everything and nothing and the spaces in between, like flickering lights against a never-ending, black sky. There in those city lights, there was no love and there was no hate. There was just listening and talking and understanding every single thing, like the 'ready, stop, go' of car-chasers and dream-makers. There in those city lights, there was no sadness and there was no happiness. There was just candid smiles and wasted tears and bottom lips chewed off, like the overflowing boulevard of things unseen. There in those city lights, there was no lady and there was no man. There was just a boy and a girl, who promised to fall in love, not with each other, but in those city lights. [a blind collaboration by @hepburnettes & @cityscape]

❝We can't keep the ships bottled in forever. There comes a time when we realize that we have to let them go, or risk breaking the bottle and everything else in it.❞ A collection of stories that do not connect to each other whatsoever. These are the broken fragments of what used to be happy memories[but are now just sad ones], the thoughts that just can't find a place in your head or heart, the fragile little ships inside your bottle. This is where we hoist the anchors. This is where we let the ships sail away.

There are three stages in love: Over the clouds with happiness, above the surface (barely scratching), and under the water (twenty feet deep). You go up, then spiral down. How do you save yourself from drowning? Charlotte doesn't even want to take that first step. She's been through enough, thank you very much. Oliver is determined to drag her with him - 'til death do them part. They're just going to have to go over, above, and under while they figure out how to make the cycle repeat itself.