hourglass // cth

I felt a slight tear roll down my temples, the cold liquid hit my ear. I take my left hand from the letter to wipe my cold blocked nose.
I'm laying here in my bunk, reading this letter over and over thinking what a fool i am for never telling her.
The girl with the brunette curly hair, brown eyes and bright smile just kept on rushing through my mind.

My mind racing about what's going to happen next, i decided i needed to clear my head.
I knew this situation wasn't one of them 'go have a fag and it'll be alright', i needed to be in my own world, away from everyone and everything.
I pick up my guitar and sit myself at the back of the bus.
I began to softly strum the chords to her favourite song by Catfish and the bottlemen; Hourglass.