Ello Ello,
Lady Cheeses again.
It's funny how one comment can inspire you to write more, even if it's only a few paragraphs. The inspiration only lasted a moment, but I wanted to share this. I will be re-writing the first chapter and continuing in Aria's point of view, but I had to show you guys my latest character. But anyways enough babbling xD
(Thank you, reader who commented, I could find your name ^-^)
Tester: Theodore
Collecting dust on the wooden surface of my bedside table is the book you left behind. Except it's not collecting dust, because I can't help but touch it and trying to imagine your fingers brushing along the corners of the paper. That slight scratching sound your index finger made as it turned the page, your blue eyes bright, savouring every word they read. I remember accidently spilling a bottle of cider over it, and how frantic you became. It still has the red stain on the back 15 fifteen pages, despite you practically performing surgery. Nursing it like a wounded puppy, but you loved your books. Related to most characters, and now you have left to live your own story. With my best friend.
Your toothbrush still sits behind mine; it's bright purple standing out against my red. Sometimes I feel refreshed, I feel like I have forgotten you and the promises you made. 'Let's be together forever, I promise even if my soul finder comes along I will stay with you,' was what you had said, playing with my hair and kissing my forehead.
It wasn't the fact Harry was your soul finder, a savant who didn't even know he was a savant. The heart break was from the fail in trust. You could have told me from the beginning, when you connected with him. We could have ended it, and I could have healed. Yet, like a snake you both went behind my back, and you cheated.
So now I sit here, three weeks later holding the book, knowing that if I threw it away. Or donated it, that I would be able to move on. That if I charge into the bathroom now and remove your toothbrush that sits there abandoned and threw it into the bin, I would get over you. But I can't.
The alarm that I had originally snoozed, destroyed the sad silence of my room, and I was glad for it. New job, new day, new people.
