Writing letters is normal. But if you're like Faren, you don't just write them, you also fold them, run up the many stairs of your apartment to get to the roof, and throw them into the wind. If you're still like her, then you also have no idea that...
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i hope your summer has been treating you well
mine's been interesting. let me tell you, overlooking the city is so much more peaceful than it may seem initially.
once you get over the fact that you're so many stories up, the buildings become your new stability. i don't even know if that makes sense, but i feel like it's something you'd enjoy. the feeling i get when i know i can run away to the rooftops is like breathing for the first time. which is kind of odd, because you'd think i'd suffocate even more higher up with all the pollution and what not.
anyways.
i've been keeping you in mind a lot this summer, each time i take to the tops. flickering lights, fragments of a person's life being visible through simple windows, the perpetual bustling streets beneath, all of it is
"Beautiful."
that was the first word he said to me. and i know you're wondering, "who is 'he'?"
well, that makes two of us.
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A/N - hellooo!
i got a sudden burst of inspiration randomly (after reading 7:23am by bateaux) and pulled out my laptop. i honestly wrote this in 10 minutes and haven't planned a single thing but that's typical of me. i also haven't been on wattpad for what feels like a year, and just got back into it recently so let's see how this all goes haha
