01 - AESTHETIC ROAD TRIP

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tw ; sadness?

DEAR DANIEL,

FEBRUARY 26TH, 2016

There's a storm outside, and I want you to know you started it. You. You, Daniel James Howell, you started this clash of thunder and lightning and rain and it hasn't stopped since the day you did it.

You left.

And that was when the storm started, I believe, the sun decided to leave as it didn't know who to cheer. The fans don't know where you've gone. Your name has been trending for almost a year. The police have shown up at our door, Daniel. And the rain has been storming down since.

 And the rain has been storming down since

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Why did you have to leave?

You wanted to me to fade you. To color you in and then brush you out. So many of my paint brushes were used. Broken. Daniel, what have you done?

Did you really have to leave? Was there any harm left if you stayed? I've written this in three minutes and it feels like three hours. Three days. Three years. Daniel, where have you gone?

Remember the time you took me on an 'aesthetic roadtrip'? You rented this white RV with a pastel green inside and you took some snacks and my hand and we explored. It was just us. I remember you taking out your old bike and you rode on the grey sidewalk. All we heard were the faint sounds of Muse and the tires moving. 

What happened? Hah, was it all the beatings you gave me? When you ran out of cigs and the ashtray was full so you smoked me instead? 

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What happened? Hah, was it all the beatings you gave me? When you ran out of cigs and the ashtray was full so you smoked me instead? 

I know I'm purposely ignoring most of all the shit we went through, the pain, the trauma, purple bruises and burnt cigarettes. I'm sorry, I don't think I'm that angry anymore. 

I've started smoking again. And wearing more black again. I look like something from a grunge tumblr blog again. I look like an aesthetic again. I look sad, again.

But the thing is, I am sad

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But the thing is, I am sad.

And it still hasn't stopped raining.




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YO IM BACK 

ok so as u can see this has the same tone to it, like  the ending ends with the weather?? like it ended with the topic of rain?? idk man its cooL MAN ITS COOL

ok also yes this story will be quite angsty and probably no ~present time~ fluff. you'll see as the story progresses ;-)

omg ok thank u so much for reading!!! next part should be coming soon ;0)

-eden

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