Free Now - Gracie Abrams

She was your best friend for years. When you both were on a class trip in London, you kissed her, taking every bit of bravery that you had. You poured all your emotions in that kiss, showing her how much deeper your feelings for her actually went. After this you both got together

At some point college came around and you both got more and more stressed, which ended up in fights. She always wanted to go out and meet people, be on parties or do all that fun stuff, while you wanted to stay in and be with her or by yourself, studying or writing. All of this caused you both to drift apart, in a slow painful way. After about two months of this, she said you both had to talk and so you did. She was nice, gentle and still somehow loving and this was somehow the worst part of it but you didn’t begged her to stay, she was right and you knew that.

Its been a weak since she broke up with you now, you felt completely empty since she was gone, the only comfort you had left was writing about her. About how much you hated her, that she was the worst person, how happy you were that she broke it off with you and about how much you loved her, that she was the best person, how dare she was that she broke it off with you. You wrote poems, songs and letters about her, just like you always had, it was the only way to deal with your feelings.

One of your classes was called off today and of course you got immediately home, just wanting to crawl back into your bed and write about her again. You unlocked your door and let your bag immediately fall down on the floor with a huff, slamming the door shut behind yourself. As you walked into your bed room you froze up completely, there she was sitting, in front of the big box of yours that was filled with all your self written books, letters and poems, that you had collected over years.

"Every page… I’m on it.”

She whispered out, almost talking to herself as she looked up at you with her eyes widened.