14 partes Concluida [completed]
Everyone knows brown eyes, but no one knows brown eyes like Arden. Trapped in throws of expectation in the advances of high school, an arbitrary introduction to the new boy in the middle of the year encapsulates Arden as her past comes back, with the days counting down.
Every story has a beginning, middle, and end, not necessarily in that order.
Not every middle is entirely necessary though. The stories we amass in the chapters in between, the ones we scribble in the margins until we can't recognize the page numbers, change us as much as they don't affect a thing.
The girls who looks into the mirror, wishing the pudge would disappear as she slides another pill between her lips. The boy who runs out into the rainstorm with a million kites and keys, screaming to any god that will listen "take me with you, too."
Their stories alone are chronological, but everyday that passes is the beginning of another's, and intertwined leave time as an irrelevant construct.
The twists and turns as people become interconnected. Beginning, middle and end.
