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Sincerely Jamie
(Chapter 1)
Jamie's Pov:
Her face was shut, not even the sweet sound of birds in the
morning could awaken her. She is a lost soul, reincarnation-
maybe? Her breath alone seduces my mind; tingling my spine. The
joke is I don't even know this teaser's name. She is
playing a game with me, a game of torture, and she doesn't
even know. I have spent away not just only my time on her, but my
cash too. This one sided love afair costs, a cup of coffee to be
exact. I have spent three months worth of sundays in her presence
just to watch her serve some drinks and wipe tables. However,
every moment was worth it. You would think she would've
noticed me by now- next joke. All I get from this halo wearing
demon is a nod and if I'm lucky her eyes might meet mine for
a split second. How could someone so fragile have such an impact
on me? Maybe it's the way her washed away blonde hair is
tackled into a messy bun with some guards of bobby pins. Or the
way her shoes are so tight that she bites her chapped faded lips
just to make the pain bearable. Or even, maybe it's the way
her milk bottle skin is laid with a few drags of acne, just
noticible under a mask of cheap foundation. Nevertheless,
she's beautiful.
Today was going to be a special sunday however. The question
is,how am I going to pull it off?
Neve's Pov:
Repetitively, the door of the coffee shop barged its way open and
shut again; making me jump. Consequently, I clumsily spill some
coffee not only on my hand but on the floor giving it a new lick
of brown decor. Embarrassed- no. I felt so much worse than that.
A couple customers gave me the eye of disappointment while others
clapped sarcastically. I wish I could've shoved the boiling
coffee up their "sun don't shine" area.
"Hey, do you need some help? Look... here. Wait, your hand.
Here have this". A familiar face pulls out a hankchief and
dabs my eyes. My hand is too numb; I didn't realise I am
crying. I look at him blankly. Why is he helping me?
"You should sit down and save yourself the
humiliation", I manage to squeak out in a blurted whisper.
He looks confused and desperate for me to explain why I was so
rude after his hankchief offering. He laughs to himself
silently... As if I have lost all of my senses. That's it.
I'm going to slap him and see how he likes it. I clench my
fists but he reaches out for my hand and grabs some ice from a
glass with the other and soothes it.
"What's there to be humiliated by? You stepped in fire.
Well, with your hand" he chuckles again, "I guess
I'll be known as the guy who took the clumsy girl out-".
I instantly pull my hand away. I don't know this guy and now
he wants me to go out with him? I start growing goose pimples on
my thighs with the shock of not only the coffee disaster but this
guy's forwardness.
"Meet me tonight at 6pm by the old playground. By the
swings... Please, come". He rises up and leaves me kneeling
still and heads for the door, "Sincerely
Jamie".
Shapeshifters are supposed to be supernatural charachters, a made up piece of fiction extracted from a persons imagination.
But god, the
way you changed so fast, I was almost convinced that they were
real. It was quick, like the New Englad
weather.
Blazing hot to
icy cold in the blink of an eye, completley unpredictable. I
never saw it coming. You loved me with
everything
you had and one day i guess you ran out of love for me and and everything that ever mattered to you. I just hope you shift back
into the person you used to be,the real you.
you had and one day i guess you ran out of love for me and and everything that ever mattered to you. I just hope you shift back
into the person you used to be,the real you.
-m.b
"Thinking
something can make it true. Wanting something can make it real. And
I didn’t regret it anymore. I’d wasted so much time
wishing I could be different, wishing I could change things, change
myself. If given the chance, I would’ve shed myself and
become a different girl. Slipped on a name like Clara or Mary,
docile and gentle and smiling and kind. I thought it would be
easier to be someone else than to be who I was becoming, but I
didn’t think that anymore. The girl who wanted those things
had died with Rachel, buried under the asylum I brought down. And I
realized now, for the first time, really, that I didn’t miss
her."
What's
worse?
Being
in love
with
a fictional
character and knowing
it'll never happen no matter how
hard you try... Or being in love
with a celebrity and
having that 1% of hope
that it could happen?
character and knowing
it'll never happen no matter how
hard you try... Or being in love
with a celebrity and
having that 1% of hope
that it could happen?
Everyone
is
a little crazy.
The only difference
between us and them,
is that
they hide it better.
a little crazy.
The only difference
between us and them,
is that
they hide it better.
It makes me sad when my friends
don't get the book references I make.
Being social and all.
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