in which a girl writes down everything she couldn't say to the boy who was never meant to be hers in an attempt to get over him. just like you. just like me. Short Story #30 [19.12.17]

for eleanna, the most beautiful soul i've met yet (welcome back to wattpad, darling)

❝ real eyes realize real lies. ❞

When Elle was just a little girl, her aunt told her about this great trip through Europe she had once gone on. And so, years later, an eighteen-year-old Elle decides to go on the same trip. But hers doesn’t go nearly as smoothly as her aunt’s. And so, completely disappointed and even more heartbroken than before, Elle decides to go back home. But then her plane has to stop in a little town in the middle of nowhere during the biggest snowstorm of the decade. And so the adventures she had been hoping for and the love she hadn't really expected to find are thrust upon her, in the form of trying to find a place to stay in a town flooded with angry tourists, a crazy set of weird characters that offer their help, and an overly sarcastic yet amiable boy that doesn’t seem like anyone Elle has ever met before.

"why did ghosts not have cut-out mouths?" [short story by miranda; lowercase intended]

"She's not doing so well, Jamie. I think it's best to leave her alone." But Jamie wasn't going to have that. If he couldn't cheer her up, he knew who could. [VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED-I wrote this when I was 13...so um...yeah]

"what's your name?" "names don't really matter," she shrugged, turning her head to lock her eyes on the sky above them. and oh, her eyes, he really couldn't forget about those. different colors of brown pieced together around the center, creating a barrier he really wishes he could get permission to pass. "they matter to me," he tried, his hand slowly and cautiously inching towards hers. his fingertips tickled at the prickly grass beneath them, but he stopped right before his skin touched hers. he would wait. "oh?" she moved her gaze back on the boy beside her, the crinkle he oh so loved forming between her eyebrows as they knitted together in curiosity. "why would names matter to anyone?" "names are a way of life," he answered, giving her a small smile before glancing towards the sky, "without them, we wouldn't really know each other."