julyswillow
"I looked at My Senior, really looked at the face a seventeen year old me had sworn to never ever forget. Golden light reflecting off his features, and at thht moment I didn't recognize the lack of warmth in those dark eyes.
So i decided against it.
Afterall, neither August nor I had been seventeen for a while. My August had already found his December. "
"but maybe that's what moving on really is - a quiet kind of surgery. no blood, no petals, just a slow suffocation until one day, you wake up, breathing freely, and realize the flowers are gone. and with them, so are parts of you. the realization that even if they were to walk past you again, you were never feel it again- the flutter or the lack of it..."
"but time continued to flow on, the wall clock stood glaringly showing the same. I couldn't fight it so I simply let it dig its claws into my skin as I struggled to think of coherent sentences to jot down onto the exam paper.
I wrote the paper while the hedgehog continued its assault on me"