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Two weeks later-Music plays – Music resonates throughout my room, barely loud enough to drown out my thoughts. Every aching chord stung, and the comfort of my blanket wasn’t enough to replace her warmth on my skin. Each time I open my phone, I find myself aimlessly scrolling through our old messages and looking at her posts. Like a ghost unable to move on, I see hints of her everywhere I look. On my walls, in my gallery, in my sketchbooks, even the ballad playing now sounds eerily like her guitar. I hate how everything reminds me of her. Finding myself stuck in delusions, dreams and daydreams, that she’ll come to my window as usual and apologise. It’s been two weeks, and she hasn’t bothered to reach out at all. This isn’t just a heartbreak because I like her, she was my best friend first, then my crush second. Tears began leak from her eyes, Layla felt the kind of hurt that couldn’t even be expressed in her art – no – it was dull, quiet, empty, like something was missing, a part o

As I closed my eyes, Aria slowly began to lean in for the kiss. All my thoughts raced around my mind at once, the thought that I would be making a grave mistake in going through with this. Another ten seconds later, and I’m yet to feel her lips on mine. I opened my eyes to see her slumped over my shoulder already asleep. I let out a sigh of relief, though there was something in me disappointed that she didn’t go through with the kiss.I slowly lifted her up and placed her into bed. The moonlight leaking through my curtains reflected onto her sleeping face.“You’re so beautiful...” I whispered under my breath.Present “Lay are you even listening to what I’m telling you?” asked a dejected Aria.“No, no, I am. I’m sorry I just got a bit lost in some old memories.”“Really? Is it about me?”“Oh, how self-centred.”“I know, I’m just so sexy and amazing you can’t help but think about me.” Said Aria as they both chuckled at their sarcastic humour.“So, what were you thinking about?” asks Ar

Two years ago. Aria is only a year older than me, though she’s had the ‘typical’ teenage experience. Going out with friends for parties, underage drinking, doing pot, sneaking out the house, all things I’ve been too scared to do because of my mother. On one of her little nightly escapades, a drunk Aria stumbled towards my window and asked me to come out. The car that had dropped her off was speeding in the distance, almost like they were saying “this is your problem now”. Luckily, my mum wasn’t home, so I just let her in using the front door. I can still feel the pungent smell of alcohol that came off her at the tip of my nose, as she stumbled inside on the way to my room.“Lay!!! I miused you sou muoch! H-ere I brought a lil for you” Aria slurred.“Ria, you know I can’t drink.”“Just a little bit... for me?” Aria looked up with a glimmer in her eyes, desperate to give Layla a drink.“... fine just a little. But! You’re going to bed right after, okay?” Layla hesitantly agreed. She

The air is cool and tranquil, as I sit in my dimly lit room watching the darkness get softened by the faint streaks of light peaking through the window curtains. Silver threads of moonlight cut through the shadows of my room, shining onto my face and plush bedding. I wish I could shine so brightly... doing what I’ve always wanted to do. I’m always forced to hide behind the wishes of my mother, almost like I don’t have a mind of my own. With every waking moment, and every decision I must make, she’s always at the back of my mind disapproving whatever I do. I know it’s logical to pick law... I know art won’t get me the paycheck that mum wants... but is it so bad to do what I want? Always trapped in these woeful thoughts, I’m ready to give up on the idea of ever making something for myself. Just four more months to choose my course before the January intake, yet it seems I’m at a standstill.“Sometimes I wish I could just fall asleep and dream forever... maybe then I’ll finally – “– bu

As she rested her chin on her knees, Layla traced Aria with her eyes till she couldn’t see her anymore. She began to observe the day fade as the narrow coastal street quietened down for the night as people entered their weathered homes to join their families. Overgrown gardens softly glowed under the old streetlights, and the evening stillness gave her a sense of comfort. The world could finally breathe, and just for now, everything felt okay. Struck with a realisation, Layla sprung up and jumped onto her bed screaming into her pillow with excitement. She turned and faced the white ceiling.“I don’t think this is normal...” she said to herself out loud. Layla quickly entered her bedding and turned on some music as she began to impatiently wait for dinner. “When I see her, my stomach... it gets all funny and my heart skips a beat. I get kind of nervous but it’s almost like I’ve been waiting for this moment.” Her mystical hazel eyes that remind me of new leaves in spring, her wide c

9th September 202X The ocean glimmers beneath the melting sunset, as streaks of orange, pink, and purple splash across the sky onto the waves below, Layla picked up her sketchbook and began to draw. A subtle salty warm breeze flows through the open window, as the curtains, sketchbook pages, and the polaroids and photos pinned on the wall gently flutter. The sweet melody from the speaker on her shelf, mixed with the faint sound of waves and distant chatter from students at the beach below, an indicator of the new school term that awaits. Those transitioning from primary to high school, from high school to university and ultimately a career ahead. Dinner seems to be taking a bit too long today; I can't help but be lost in my own thoughts. Of all 17 years I've lived, the one before 18 seems to be the longest. My high school experience was what many would claim to be anticlimactic, 4 years passed by in the blink of an eye and the high school graduation I had fantasised about so dearly r