Counting Stars

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6 months later (don't hate me)

Savannas POV

Its okay to hate me for this

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"And after six months, there is still no word of the two boys that went missing So many months ago, back to you john"

The news reports words make my heart sink, already knowing the devastating news.

God, we get it ok, Zach and Mikey went missing six fucking months ago

Didn't they ever consider that there's people out there that don't want to hear about that.

People that break down every god damn time its mentioned.

People that care and think about it every waking moment

People that it haunts

Ya, I don't think they do

"Morning, sweety" my moms cherry voice chirps, entering the kitchen, dressed in her work attire.

"Hi" I sigh, staring at the grapes on my plate, untouched.

"How did you sleep last night" she asks, fake enthusiasm covering up the hope.

Another nightmare

"Fine"

She pulls on a smile, "well I'm glad to here that savanna, I have to go, but I'll see you later"

I nod, not looking up from the plate.

I hear her sigh, followed by her heals clicking away.

I sigh

Another day started shittly

I pull myself up, heading to my car, not caring if I'm late for school, I mean I'm already 40 minutes late.

My mom didn't notice, obviously, probably due to the fact she looked rushed herself.

I start the engine.

Six months

Its been six months and 2 weeks sense iv seen Zach.

196 days.

4,718 hours

283,134 minutes

16,988,63 seconds.

Sense iv seen the only person I truly care about.

Over these past months, iv come to realize a lot.

Zach was the only person who actually made my happy.

There was just this spark to him, even though he wasn't very upbeat, he taught me what reality is.

He showed me that there's more than goodness and kindness in the world, not saying that's a good thing.

But he taught me a lot, just those 3 almost 4 months I spent with him, I feel for him very quickly.

I don't know what it was about him, there's So many things I loved, love, about zach.

Like the way he would pratcilly pur when I played with his hair, or the way he would kiss me at random times.

I loved every little thing about him.

Every flaw, every imperfection, everything.

Even when he would get jealous, on many occasions, and blow up on me, I was never truly mad at him.