SIMON.
i'd read all of the blog posts now. all of the public ones, all of the private ones.
whilst i couldn't remember anything from the last few months, i now had a very good idea of everything that had happened.
talia and i had not only kissed, it seemed. we had both fallen in love with each other.
the text messages i had previously failed to understand, now made complete sense.
i understood why she had walked out of the hospital that day.
we'd been talking normally again. i'd been getting to know her - again, and i got on with her like a house on fire.
good morning talia!
morning :)
you're up early
i know i woke up feeling fresh today
that's great! i was actually thinking of coming round today?
for real????
yeah! if you'll have me that is
of course! what time are you coming round?
an hour or so?
perfect! i'll make you pasta, it's your favourite right?
yeah
how'd you know that
dunno, must've been in one of your blogs
no i've definitely never written that down
the only time i told you i liked pasta was on facetime
ohhh
yeah i remember now
SIMON?
what???
DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU HAVE JUST SAID TO ME
WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING
YOU JUST SAID 'I REMEMBER'
wait
OH MY GOD
I DO REMEMBER THE FACETIME
DO YOU REMEMBER ANYTHING ELSE?????
I REMEMBER SOMEONE CALLED HOLLY??? BUT THAT'S IT
simon
this is fucking amazing
forget being there in an hour i'm on my way now
BINABASA MO ANG
hello, anon | salia
FanfictionTalia Mar, an girl thrust into the spotlight who struggles with expressing her thoughts, takes up writing a blog she thought no one would see. Until one day. Simon Minter, a boy despite his fame feels detached from his life and instead spends hours...
