In every life, the rampage stands high. The interpretations change like the different 365 days of a year. All so same yet all so different.
There are instances when the leaves of summer are famed upon; green, ripe and full of life. Then comes the winter pulling on for 3 months. 90 days. Or 2160 hours?
TRIGGER WARNINGS: This text may be disturbing and is depressing writing. Please do not read this if you are in a good mood or don't want to be traumatized.
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Two high school teenagers finding themselves, analyzing this ever changing world, and building love.
This is the type of love you wish you found in high school but probably know way too well that it only exists as fiction.
Today I'm turning my fiction to reality.
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Excerpt:
Just as I was about to seek shelter under some building's roof, the tires of a car come to a halt, I wonder who might pity the lonely girl walking in the rain.
The passenger window rolls down, and I spot the most unexpected person seated behind the wheel.
"Get in" comes out his voice, and I must've stood there agape for a few moments because next comes his rhetorical question.
"Are you getting in or continuing walking in the rain?" Eyebrows raised expectantly. He sounds annoyed, like he regrets his decision to ever stop and help me.
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#2 in loveandfriendship
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*contains mature themes.
*contains cursing.