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A/N : i made a playlist with all the songs mentioned in this book, along with what i listened to while writing this, id suggest listening to this while you read, makes the book ten times better

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/33T8mQTuKtjSAAokvTzDiF?si=125f020127ba4857



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{11/16/18}
Conan's POV

that was years ago now, the letters and texts have been minimal since, im assuming hes moved on from his old town. i dont blame him, its shitty here.

i just released my first EP, sunset season. Dec and i wrote one of the songs together  3 years ago today, he was always more creative than me. the suns still shining through the window, im still wondering why he hasn't sent anything in the last few years, i hope hes alright. he never had a good home life, maybe he got away. i have the same thought of him getting off the bus near my house, throwing a rock at my window. just him coming back, id like to say ive moved on, but me and you know thats a lie. i dont know why i miss him like i do, its not like we had anything going on anyways, maybe i wanted something with him all along

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theres not much point thinking about it, the past is the past.

whatever. its whatever.

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{11/18/18}
Declan's POV

i moved out last week. im scared. 
i don't wanna be here, England i mean. i never thought id say is miss texas, but i really really do. or maybe i miss the freedom i had when i lived there, or the people i had around me. i haven't wrote to Conan since June, I'm assuming he's moved on, but ill write one more. 

one more letter. 


hi, con
its me Declan, i wanna give you lil update on myself
i moved out, back to Brighton, and im renting an apartment here, im thinking about paying a vist back home soon, would you even want that? if not i wont bother. haha
i also listened to your ep, i love it, im glad your music's moving along well! 

please write back. i love you and miss you. 

his and writing is rushed and messy,  the only thing on his mind is going home to see his best friend, and childhood lover. his hands shake as the pen glides over the paper, his word barely readable. as he seals the envelope,  his eyes water,

"whats going on?"

"why am i like this. why am i so fucking scared!"

after contemplating sending the letter (and his own existence) he drops the letter off at the post office. his bike ride back home is one of the most stressful hes ever taken, he shakes more and more at the though of conan not wanting to see him, he hates to admit it but hes still in love with him, someone he dated for a year when he was 13. its been so long since hes seen him they could be considered strangers 

why am i shaking? what the fucks wrong with me? whats going on?






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AN : mostly filler i csnt lie, i feel writers block coming on, if u wanna suggest stuff or help out lmk!!

also cheeky promo ; .kidkro on tiktok 




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