17. Orange. The girl who is hurting endlessly.
18. Crimson. The boy who had no clue how to act.
Stumbling in the dark and laughing faces. Hands reaching, intertwining like feelings and emotions.
The best friend who hated her ex, and the one who taught him how to feel.
A day by the ocean that felt like Keaton Henson’s voice. Sweet nothings murmured softly and carried away on the sea breeze.
His voice still haunts her.
3 am awakenings to the nightmare sounds of him whispering in her ear. Tears shed to a mutual friend. Drunk texts and a sad Christmas.
What am I to do now I’ve lost the one I wanted to know?
Something I wrote when things were still raw. No hard feelings, promise.