"Where do we're start?" Spot asks laughing at the mess of my room.
"Where does anyone start but the beginning?" I laugh starting to pull my dresses out of the closet.
Spot pulls my trunk I brought all the way from France out of my closet while I fold and press my dresses. The trunk is made from willow, I remember how when it was new it smelled like wintergreen.
We don't have too much to pack, most of my things are already in Brooklyn.
"What about this?" Spot asks pulling out one of Fletcher's first paintings.
It's my favorite one. It's from when we were in France. In the painting, I'm dancing as a ballerina, Charles is playing piano, Fletcher is of course painting, Evan is working on some sort of music box, and Bennett is reading. Our days in the sun.
I take the painting from him and hang it on the wall again. Where it should always hang.
"The boarders of my life for five years. This stupid dusty attic, a dancer loved her life," I sigh," I still remember you and I sneaking in and out the window to see each other."
"Don't ya worry. We'se gonna make so many more memories together."
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Somewhere // Spot Conlon
FanfictionHe says there's still a place for us somewhere. How can that be when everything around us is tearing us apart? But I can't remember the last time I was this happy.
