"Matthew what do I do? I really have a feeling it's Arthur." I sighed, using my fork to play with the school lunch.
"Well, you never know," he trailed off, looking at me for a second and then returning to his burger.
"Should I ask to meet him?"
"No, clearly he wants to stay hidden."
I breathed out a groan, eating the rest of my lunch in silence.
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I sat down in my usual seat and stared at the journal writing infront of me. He was playing mind games with me, and my curiousity was slowly turning into a desire. I remembered Matthew's words and decided to get to know him.
Dear A and or Arthur?
God, I wish I knew who you were. Am I allowed hints at your name even eye color?
I've become desperate, come on for old times sake. And by old times I mean 3 weeks, but that's still long right? Anyways I wrote something and thought the boy who can create art through words in mere minutes would want to see.
~She took long drags of her cigarette
as if it somehow f o g g e d
the memory of you.
She took long swigs of her whiskey
like it was b u r n i n g
past traces of your fingertips.
She took herself to the grave
to escape from all the p a i n
so that she could be with you. ~
One day I'll know your name A. -Cassidy
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A/N what? three updates? I know, sorry for over excess. Hope you enjoyed though ~Kai
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