the aftermath of us ✓

letter seventeen

monday 12 (may)

dear trevor,

yesterday was strange.

i saw you but you were alone. amelia was standing at a locker a few feet away and the way you scowled at her and the way i could see how much you longed for her, the way you should've for me-- the way i did for you-- was the only indication i needed to realize that she broke up with you.

i am still not entirely sure what went through me but the world slowed down to the pace of my thoughts. it took a good three seconds to process. you caught my eye, lurched toward me and then my feet were moving in the opposite direction of you. i don't know if you said anything or were going to do anything at all but i'm glad i walked away. reed was waiting in the cafeteria with a cookie for me, anyways.

that's all that happened. it still felt strange being closer to you than i have been in months.

because even though i could smell your cologne and wished you would smile at me again and not make me feel horrible inside, i didn't dream about you last night.

i can't say i missed you in my dreams, either.

from,

leslie

a/n:
short letter but i hope someone in the comments will understand why.