APPARENTLY LOVE IS REAL PART 1
Hello all,
I'm writing this blog with a certain person in mind. I've been having an insane few days and have been really emotional. On the one hand, I have unfettered access to the internet and have never been happier. On the other hand, my brother Brady died horrifically due to my parents and their lack of love for Brady. Also their lack of love for each other caused their divorce. This is kind of a bummer but I am incredible at focusing on the bright side of life. It still has been tough though, and I've started to depend on other people for the first time ever in my life. I downloaded discord on my tablet and have been chatting with a girl and she has been really influential in my grieving process and how I'm dealing with the death of the marriage (and B dog). Her laugh makes my heart flutter, and I love when she screams and cries because she died in Pixel Gun 3D. She is my erythang. With all that being said, this one goes out to my crush. I don't think she knows who she is, but this one goes out to you. I know you are reading this right now and the 2 main characters can be read as stand ins for us.
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Let me set the scene. New York, November 2nd, 1982. Rachel Green sits in a cafe on 3rd street wearing some new threads (Burberry top and skirt with a authentic beret from France and her hair was also in a cute mid ponytail that was messy in a cute way and not a gross way and she wore some dirty new balances on her feet with some no show socks since she was just going out for a quick cup of joe) she recently purchased from Bloomingdales. Her face sits comfortably, looking as beautiful as always. Her plush seat whines as she turns to face the window of the cafe, looking out towards the street. Her eyes fall to the floor. Despite her new clothes and fancy latte, the emptiness, known since childhood, managed to creep it's way back into the forefront of her mind. The emptiness had been there for as long as she could remember. Every birthday, every Christmas, every Thanksgiving and every other holiday were a minefield of conversations. Old, forgotten relatives tried their hardest to have small talk only to the met with nervous laughs and non-answers, the closest that Rachel could do to being normal when her insides feel like they've been replaced with a black hole. She sips her hot latte. The old Elvis record playing on the stereo hums in the background, almost unrecognizable under the muttering of the cafe's patrons. Her latte, almost finished, sits solitary on the table. She glances around, taking a final look at everything before she finishes her cup.
"Apparently - I'll have a coffee, black with a toasted everything bagel. Apparently - this is my first time in this cafe."
Rachel's ear perked up. Her sonar systems heard his distinctive, authoritative voice for the first time and she felt the emptiness disappear for the first time in a long time. She refrained from looking across the room at him and finished her drink. As she walked towards the trash, mug and soiled napkin in hand, she looked at the man who caught her attention so easily. His ginger hair was scuffled perfectly. He had piercing blue eyes like Dane Dehaan. His polo, unbuttoned fully, had large, horizontal stripes that alternated between white and lime green. He was wearing cargo pants, and he was visibly carrying a lot of stuff in the pockets. Rachel was just as enchanted by his body as she was by his voice and way of speaking. She walked near him on her way to the trash can and couldn't help but smell his cologne. She noticed hints of rosemary, artemisia, lavender, basil, lemon verbena, bergamot and lemon which she was able to identify due to having a lifelong love of perfume. She was tempted to say something to him due to his ability to make her illness disappear but she couldn't get any words out. Rachel continued to the trash and left her dirty dishes. She continued towards the door and was barely able to hear the man thank the barista. Her heart fluttered and the door shut squarely behind her. She continued down that busy street and felt the cold feeling return slowly.
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Alright guys that was part 1 to my new fanfiction please let me know what you think of what's going on in the story and I may incorporate you and your feedback into the story ONE LOVE CAMERON LEGUME STYLE IM OUT PEACE AND LOVE I AM DOING THIS ALL FOR MY BROTHER BRADY WHO I LOVE AND MISS DEARLY!!! PLEASE CHECK OUT MY PODCAST THE MEGA MONSTER MASH VARIETY POWER HOUR 3000 I STARTED IT IN MEMORIUM TO MY BROTHER BRADY WE JUST HAD ON NOSFERATU WHO HAD SOME BEAUTIFUL THINGS TO SAY IN REMEMBERENCE OF MY BROTHERS EARLY DEATH! THANK YOU AND GOODNIGHT
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