┌────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────┐ ⌨ lily is typing... - - - - - - - - - - - - - wｅｌｃｏｍｅ! ★ check the description for the story! ★ hello my lovely stars! before starting i just wanted to quickly pop into mention how this story was created and what it's about ★ Madison is a 19 year old girl who lost her best friend in a car crash a year ago and still to this day lives by the grief of it ★ i wrote this story within the span of an hour because i was feeling really motivated ig lol. i have been listening to the song heaven and back by chase atlantic a lot recently and you might notice 1 or 2 lyrics in my writing from the song ★ hope you enjoy and congrats to ava for 350+! She’s lying on her bed staring at the ceiling. As usual. The world around her is blocked out by her headphones as she tries to forget everything that has ever happened. Her green eyes are rolling back in an attempt to stop the tears from falling. There is no way to tell if she has curtain bags or not because her dark brown hair is messed up and grown out. Suddenly, she starts to cry. Also, as usual. The sad songs that are playing are not helping at all. In despair, she grabs her pillow and clenches her hands tightly around it. All she ever wanted was just happiness. Was that too much to ask for? She turns to her right side, now staring at the posters on her wall: Chase Atlantic, Arctic Monkeys and The Neighborhood. As she studies every letter, she lets go of the pillow and allows her hand to wander around the smooth surface of the paper. She starts to cry harder this time because it all reminds her of the good times. The memories. She has never been good at letting things go, especially memories. Her mascara drips as she turns to her left side. She sees a blurry vision of her vanity, with a bouquet of lilies on top. She mumbles something beneath her breath and stands up to go to her vanity. It was her intention to simply grab the lilies and sit on her bed when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She's pretty, but she's not drop-dead gorgeous. Although she's the type of girl that guys would fall for, she would always end up as the second choice. Every day, she felt as though she was wearing this mask that hid her true feelings and nobody was able to see through it. Fake smiles, fake feelings. With every step she took, she wished what happened had been fake as well. Returning back to reality, she decided that she would leave. Not for forever of course, but temporarily, For the night. Coming back at dawn. Nobody would find out, right? As she wiped her tears, her mascara was smudged even more, and she slipped into her black Converse. They were pretty old, but she liked them that way. She couldn’t forget the lilies of course. She grabbed the bouquet and started climbing out of her window. She stepped on the maple tree branch and on to the next, until her feet landed on the grass filled with leaves that were changing colors. The autumn air felt nice and cooling beneath her skin. After opening the gate, she began running, faster and faster, and felt as though her soul was leaving her body as a result of the adrenaline rush. As she ran through the streets, the parks, and the schools, she soon arrived at the grass field. It had been easy to see everything under the moonlight, but now it was almost pitch black and the clouds were slowly covering the moon. Taking out a match from her pocket, she felt the heat surrounding her fingers as the match ignited. She had arrived at her destination. It was far more frightening in the graveyard at night than she remembered. There was one thing she remembered for sure, however: the tombstone's location. Using the light provided by the match, she walked around carefully until she found it. The tears were coming back to her eyes as she read the carving. Hope Crawford, May 2004 - October 2022, “May she always be remembered through her loved ones” Sitting on her knees, she covered her face with her hands, sobbing into them. Eventually, she ended up crying herself to sleep while lying next to the tombstone with the lilies in front of it. The next morning when she opened her eyes, she found herself in her bed, and Hope was beside her in her sleeping bag and a pack of sour gummies had spilled over the floor next to her. “It was all an illusion." - - - - - - - - - - - - - ｃｒｅｄｉｔｓ ➥ story written by me (674 words) ➥ song this is me trying by taylor swift └────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────┘
