Diana Ramirez, a talented but softly-spoken artist, has shared nearly two years of her life with her boyfriend, Billy Hargrove. Their relationship, once a source of joy, has gradually cast shadows over her vibrant spirit.
In the midst of this dimmin...
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Why do stars fall down from the sky Every time you walk by? Just like me, they long to be Close to you
-Carpenters
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Sunday - October 18th, 1986
DIANA
I woke up slowly, squinting at the bright sunlight streaming in through the window. As I blinked away the haze, I palmed at the weight nestled against my chest. A bustle of curls brushed against my hand, and immediate memories of last night flooded in.
Eddie stayed the night, and he was still here— sleeping on me.
I laid there for a while, savoring the warmth of his skin pressed against mine. The sweet smell of his cologne filling my space with his presence. The way his head rested comfortably against my chest like it was meant to be there.
I felt safe. At ease. Like all of my troubles and harsh realities didn't matter when we were together. He made it easy to forget about them. I didn't understand how, or why, but I didn't want to question the good while it was here.
The room was quiet — the only sounds being the distant chirping of birds outside and the occasional car driving by on the street. I didn't dare to move a muscle, but I couldn't help but smile as I listened to his soft snores, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest.
For a moment it felt like time had stopped. The room felt peaceful and still, like it was only us two in the world, and that maybe this was how things could be all the time. Just us two, spending time together, doing nothing of importance.
I couldn't help but feel like I was diving into things head first though. I'd only known him for a few days, but he felt familiar, for some reason. Had I been getting ahead of myself? Was I making things more than what they were?
Maybe. It felt wrong to feel hopeful about something for once. He made me feel like I didn't have to worry about judgement when we were together. He spoke to me and spent time with me without hesitation, telling me all the interesting ways his mind worked and viewed the world — and I listened, willingly.
I loved sitting around with him, chatting away about all of the stupid and weird things I could never talk to Billy about. Yes, I had Steve, but things were different with Eddie. I felt drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Like I needed to be close to him and know more...even if it meant falling a little out of control.
