The Written Word (A Ed Sheeran Fanfiction)
I was walking in the last place I'd think to look for any sign of her, the O2 Arena outskirts.
She had never left this place unless she was with me. Now, she was gone, haven't heard from her in more than two months.
I had wandered around the perimeter of almost the entire place, not finding anything. I was utterly saddening by the fact the girl I had fallen in love with had disappeared. It seemed like she had fallen off the face of the earth.
I looked gloomily at my feet as I did my last search. I kicked leaves on the ground and something hit my toe.
I dusted the leaves away to find a red leather worn journal. It had a dirty light blue bow tied around.
I gasped at my find. I was blown away as I picked it up and wiped the rest of the dirt aside.
I knew that bow anywhere, that bow was hers. If I knew her, she left it for a reason.
Everything she did was purposeful, had a meaning. It seemed she had an encyclopedia of plans that could save lives or make someone fall in love with you.
I had fallen for that plan.
I opened the journal after carefully untying the bow and shoving it in my pocket.
It said in scripted letters:
DIARY OF MORGANNE DEPREE
I smiled at my discovery, something I could hold onto and remember her by. Though, the memories could be enough.
"Ed! It's time to leave!" I heard Stuart call from the entrance of the arena.
I trotted to him.
"Find anything?" He asked, searching for something in my hands.
I smiled brightly and waved the book in his face, "Hopefully, proof right here."
"I'm glad, now you go get inside to rehearse." Stuart laughed at my pleased face.
He hadn't seen me happy for a while, he told me that, "what makes you sad, makes me sad, mate." So he promised that he would find Morganne if it would satisfy me.
My fans were on the lookout for her, I got tweets everyday of pictures of faces that were similar to hers, but none were an exact match.
No one would be an exact match. This journal, these words, this story could help me.