Annie's POV
I stare, unblinking, at the bedroom ceiling. It's 12:30am and I've been up for hours. I sit up in bed and stretch my arms out. My room is dark, but my broken blinds lying on the floor are just visible, illuminated by the the smallest slither of dying moonlight creeping in through my window. I stare out through the glassy pane - the crescent moon shining with fading intensity, like the last snowfall of winter. The stars outside, despite waning into the blossoming hues of dreary dawn, are bright and dazzling, sparkling like his-
No.
I can't think about him.
I roll over and slam my head into my pillow. No.
I close my tired eyes and try to push out the unwanted thoughts: his favourite ice cream flavour (raspberry), his lucky t-shirt, the colour of his eyes... more unwelcome memories flood my mind. His warm fingers entwined in mine, the sweet smell of his hair, the touch of his hand on my cheek-
No.
I won't think about him.
But it's all I do.
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When The Love Falls
RomanceAnnie and Daniel. A girl and a boy. Musicians. Their love like the sweetest Tchaikovsky composition, their hearts in tune like a perfect triad. But what happens when their love begins to come undone? A love poem - River Flows in You You are just to...
