We write notes to each other on the desk we share at different times and I never knew who I was talking to until I saw you stay behind after class to write on it and holy shit yoU'RE HOT AU -stardust-sketcher tumblr
I'm the loneliest one of all.
'Be grateful for what you have.' Something I was told almost every single day of my childhood until my parents were sure that they had it burned into my mind and straight into my moral code.
I am grateful for what I have. Or was anyway.
'Weiss Schnee, new heir to the Schnee business.' It used to be on every single article and newspaper you could find. For some time, everything was perfect. My father and mother still cared about us. I was so passionate about becoming the heir to the company name. Until it all came crashing down on me. Nothing good ever lasted. Nothing was ever perfect.
Father became obsessed with his work and finally admitted to my mother that the only reason he married her was for the family name. I was just born because he needed someone to continue the company.
Mother started drinking and father piled up on work. They both pretended like their children didn't exist. I didn't matter to anyone anymore.
People disgusted me. Everyone just had selfish needs that they would do anything to get, even use and break someone. I learned to resent my father when I became a bit older to understand what was going on. He didn't care about us at all. All he cared about was the business that he spent his whole life working on.
I finally understood why Winter left, she realized what was going on between our parents and decided to become independent, so she wouldn't need to depend on father later on. I wanted to follow in her steps, and I planned to follow in her steps; to focus in school and live alone. I didn't need anyone. My heart was sealed away in a heavy vault where no one could touch it- where I didn't need anyone's love.
I walked into the library, sitting down at my usual seat in the corner of the room. I took out my giant history book and slammed it on the table rather harshly before opening it up to the correct page.
The words were all jumbled in my brain, only able to read the words but process none of it. I closed the book before sighing and resting my forehead on the cover. There was no point. There was no way I could study in this state. I put the history book back in my rather ruined and old school bag, rips and stains covering the outside. No one would even suspect that there would be anything valuable in the bag.
I stood up and passed the shelves, dragging my hand across the books idly. Taking out my favourite book, I placed it on the table and sighed contently. Finally, some time to relax. I flipped through the pages, feeling the way the pages passed my thumb, words blurring pass until I hit a small piece of paper lodged in between the pages.
I took it out curiously, bringing it up to inspect.
Dear no one,
Hey. If someone's reading this then hello to you. :) I don't think anyone would read it anyways. No one's really a big fan of this book, and I've never really seen anyone borrow it.. ever. My life's a mess, everything's going downhill. I put this in here in hopes of finding someone who has common interests with me, someone who can just understand what I'm going through and understand that you're not alone. Or just understand that not everyone's as happy as they seem.
I continued reading the entry, feeling sympathy and built up feelings inside me come up. The author of the entry had described their life and how nothing had gone as planned. I wanted to talk to this person. To finally meet someone who had a life as miserable as mine.
I grabbed a pen out of my bag hastily, looking around just in case anyone was looking.
Dear Anonymous,
I agree with you too in all honesty. No one ever reads this book at all, everyone else prefers more simple books. It's nice to know that someone out there enjoys the same literature that I do. I read your entire message. I don't think you deserve any of it at all. Just hang in there. I'm not going to say that it's going to get better- because I know that I can't guarantee that it will. Ever. That's just how the world works. Some people get it good and some don't. I've had some rough experiences in my past too. I grew up with parents that didn't care about me or anything other than the family business. I guess that we're in the same situation. Working hard and putting in effort to get out of this hell of a situation. So yeah, now I know that I'm not completely alone thanks to you. It makes me feel a bit less abandoned.
-Lonely
I put the note back in a random page and closed it, letting out a quiet sigh. Why was I doing this again?
…
Excitement. Anticipation. Things I haven't felt in a really long time, and when I say really long time, I mean in years.
I hurried into my normal spot, throwing my bag on the floor and searching through the book cases for the one book I always searched for. 'Heart Of Glass'. I quickly grabbed it and brought it back to my table, opening the front cover anxiously.
What were the chances that the person would have actually responded? Deciding not to stay negative, I flipped through the book to find a ripped piece of paper in the same page as last time. Page 240. I opened the note carefully, caressing the edges softly to get out the creases. My eyes scanned the words, reading through thoroughly.
Dear Lonely,
I guess sometimes living just sucks huh? It's how the world works. Kind people don't get rewarded for their kindness, and horrible people don't get punished. You get it a lot. How it's not guaranteed to get better, that things can be bad for your whole life. But I think things are going up for me since I met you. ;) In all seriousness though things are going up. My dad has started to become less of an alcoholic and my sister's doing great in school. Gotta look at the bright side huh?
-Sunshine
I laughed a bit at the message, taking out my pen and writing back a response. It continued like this for a couple of months, everyday returning to the library to find another note stuck in the page. We would flirt playfully back and forth, making me laugh whenever I read one of her notes. Everytime the book wouldn't be taken, almost as if untouched from the last time I opened it.
"Weiss." I looked up to see Sun waving a gloved hand in my face. "You there?"
I cleared my throat, rubbing my arms. I nodded before following him, hearing his story about the time he did a 16 hour vine marathon with his friends. Idiots. "Do you ever do homework?" he stopped and looked at me, bringing his hand up to brush through his light blue hair. He shrugged, adjusting his bag strap.
"Talking about homework- where's all yours?!" I froze, now feeling the unfamiliar loose feel of not having my bag strapped over my shoulder.
"Shit! I'll catch up!" He mock saluted before continuing to walk, leaving me to scramble back the way we came.
I arrived at the school in a panting mess, beads of sweat dripping down my forehead. I pushed open the door, skidding to a halt. I looked around before running down the hall, ignoring the calls of teachers and students alike.
I pushed open the library door in a hurry, stumbling inside.
Then I saw her.
A girl. Sitting where I sat everyday, a book propped on the table in front of her. I stopped in my tracks, watching her take out a piece of paper from the page and cover her mouth as she giggled. I blushed, unable to move.
She was beautiful.
Unruly golden hair, well built body and large.. Other things. She ripped out a page from her notebook gracefully, whipping out a pencil from behind her ear. She happily scribbled in another piece of paper, the tip of her tongue sticking out from her mouth cutely. She put it back in the page, closing the book and standing up. Move you idiot.
I was going to walk to her and confront her but then I remembered, She might not be the person you write to. I cautiously stalked up to her while she was putting the book back in the shelf. Before she could it back in fully I grabbed her hand out of impulse, stopping her hand. She looked at me in curiosity and panic, both quickly dispersing as she smiled at me. "S-sorry, can I read this?"
She looked at me for a second before letting go of the book. "Sure." I held the book tightly to my chest, nodding nervously. "Have I seen you around before?" She asked me, a kind smile still fixed on her face.
"I d-don't think so, no." She held out a hand, noticeable scars scattered across her knuckles. I stood there for a second, unsure of what to do.
Shake her hand you fucking retard! I reached out and grabbed her hand tightly, shaking it lightly. "Well my name's Yang! What's yours?" She grinned at me, her lilac eyes fixed on me.
"You seem like a real sunshine", I blurt out, examining her to see what her reaction was. She smiled and looked at me like I was an old friend. "Well even the sun can get lonely sometimes."
It was her. The girl that I spent hours thinking about meeting in person. It was happening.
Before I could think I leaped forward and wrapped my arms around her waist, embracing her tightly. I didn't let her go, burying my head into her hair. She dropped the book, reciprocating the hug. We finally let go of each other and she bent down to pick up the book. Fuck she's hot.
"Huh?" She tilted her head, clearly confused. I stepped back in fear. "D-did I say that out loud?!" She nodded, "Sorry.." She extended her index finger to poke me on the nose.
"Usually I hate super cute girls getting flustered around me and saying I'm hot but just for you I'm going to make an exception". I blushed, playing with my sleeves nervously.
She leaned back onto the bookcase, looking effortlessly good looking. "Didn't you say you were supposed to be ugly?" I asked, my eyes narrowed at the taller girl. She let out a chuckle, a smile gracing her face.
"Didn't you say you were going to kiss me when we first meet?" I grit my teeth, a blush creeping its way onto my cheeks. "I-it was a joke.."
She put her thumb below my chin, lifting my head up to look at her. "Are you sure?" I leaned forward, capturing her lips in a desperate haze. She let out a shocked noise, soon returning my kiss. I looped my arms around her neck, tippy toeing on an attempt to become more of her height.
We finally broke apart, an amused expression on her face. "So you weren't joking then?" I rolled my eyes, bringing her back down to kiss her again.
Idk i just wanted to finish this i lost all my ideas
