The sad thing about that day, another letter arrived. Pete's hands fumbled to touch it, he was trembling. The person wasn't the person they first met, not at all. That person was gone. They was so sad now.
They were the self destruction they despised.
They became the shadows and the nightmares, the ones he was scared of.
dear pete
my brother sent me to the therapist.
she's nice.
her hair is pretty.
i feel like a small child again.
that's how they treat me.
like i'm going to hurt someone,
it's not fair.
i wouldn't hurt anyone.
you know that,
you've told me.
wasn't that what you said.
i was delicate.
the brighter things in life.
that's where i belonged. not anymore.
i've lost that touch.
the flowers are already dead.
nothing for me to destroy.
myself maybe.
it's a simple question;
someone asked what i wanted to be.
"a constellation"
"why?"
i looked at them like they were crazy
"what's so bad about constellations?"
"its not an occupation."
"it's just a wish."
"okay, why do you wanna be a constellation."
"have you ever looked at the stars on the brightest of nights? one's where your soul feels light and you feel young.
i want to be the reason those nights exist."
but pete, that's only half the reason.
the stars were alive the night i met you.
your eyes reflected them.
your eyes made me fall in love with the night again.
a reason to be alive.
a reason to feel free.
to keep going.
to find hope.
to live.
to breath.
to live as flowers.
grow back when they're stepped on.
i'll get up again.
i promise.
"people are leaves, they can't stay forever." -s.y.k.
Pete frowned.
Pete wanted to find them.
They needed each other.
Pete just didn't know it yet.
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To people who leave: {petekey} (editing)
Fanfic"People are like leaves, they can't stay forever." Pete Wentz knows this. Someone tells him this everyday. Everyday Pete gets a letter from someone he supposedly doesn't know, or at least that's what they say. He knows basically everything about th...
