As the boy continued on, he was starting to not see himself in the mirror.
And in one blinding light everything became clear.
He remember another thing from
The night.
And staring at the stars above his bed, well it was helpful at nights.
He remembered breaking a bottle.
He remember a loud noise.
And he remembered a blinding light.
Pete...
As I write these letters...
I'm beginning to find more meaning in my phrase.
I'm finding more ways I can relate it to everything we, together and individually have been through.
My mother left, your innocence, my brother, your sober record, me.
And suddenly this town seems scarier and more intimidating then it once did and I don't feel safe here anymore.
I just want to leave.
This city doesn't greet me with the same air chilling love as it once did.
The fall isn't as colorful and the leaves aren't as bright as it once was.
"People are leaves, they can't stay forever." -s.y.k.
A/n: yoyoyo what's up please vote
Xoxo Lana
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To people who leave: {petekey} (editing)
Fanfiction"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...
