𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐜.𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

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𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍, it says, this side had a small dragons head with a yellow mane going back and its crying with closed eyes, after the small dragons head theres a definition and example, "𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺" and under theres a small grey cloud with rain drops coming out, connie was such an amazing artist.

the shadow of the cloud on the words that had raindrops taking from the thick lines, "𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎." you're getting choked up and you hear a tap with movement come from the box, the lid is already titled but you just hadn't took it off to look inside.

you move back and you slowly lift the lid; you practically combust at whats inside. you blink rapidly and tears start to fly from your eyes as you look around for connies car, and you can't see him so you're quiet tears become a sob, its somewhat happy and joyful but its also pain and realization.

𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄
"tell me i don't mean anything to you!" connie asks with tears in his eyes as he stands outside of your window, he's so fucking high right now and chasing pavements by adele bleeds his ears through his right earphone. you look at him with so much fury, disappointment, you're ashamed to care for him in the first damn place.

"you mean nothing to me! i hate you! go fucking home creedance! don't come back, got it?!" you scream to him and the yells are shatters to his heart and blades to his spirit. he feels his eyes go dry and his emotions go numb. he shakes his head slowly because he can't feel anything, it hurts so bad that he can't feel anything more.

his body becomes limp when his shoulders drop and he jumps down from your window and walks off to his car. he doesn't say anything and you know you really hurt him and you choke up as you call for him from your window, "im sorry! i didn't mean it! come back please! creedance!!" you shout for him and tears well at the waterline of your eye. he never turns around and his feet thump into the yellow grass covered mud as he walks with a low head to his car.

he turns the music in his ears to complete volume and drowns every sound out. he unlocks his car door and drives off without a glance to you even though you're shouting for him not to go and that you would come down and talk with him. you feel a thickness in you're throat as his car splashes rain when his tires and engine rum into the pavement/concrete when he drives off.

you turn around and "shit shit shit" you mutter reaching for your phone to text him but you're phone is magically fucking dead. you hook it to the charger and pace holes into the floor.

𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄

the gray pup is swaddled up in grey, red and white blankets with a small letter placed on its stomach. you coo at the pup and attempt to bring it slowly from its sleep, your fingers slip the letter out and you notice its done old school style with the paper that has those brown coffee lines, and its a light tanned paper, crinkly and such.

you flip it and the seal is wax, the wax has a 𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍 design imprinted and you're extra careful in peeling it off but it's hard because you're tears make everything cloudy. you're heart thumps fast as you try to read the letter and fumble every other word because you're voice is so shaky.