Dedication: For my lovely Always Juliet. For reviewing my stories even if no one else did. For being my first PM pal. For inspiring me to write occasional fluff. For being there for me. For all the fun. I don't know where you are now, Julie, but I love you. I know this isn't much and it's really short, but it's for you. As a goodbye, since you're never around.
Gone With the Wind
drabble; one-shot
Chad stumbles home after the funeral, hopelessly drunk. He had thought it was a good idea to drink away his sorrows.
He opens the TV, looking for something- anything- to get his mind off her. There is a couple kissing- teenagers- hopelessly in love and being exploited by the paparazzi.
Then he remembers the first time they kissed like that. But it was too long ago.
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