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15|Not Anything
~Rory~
The moment I woke up, I ran my fingers through my hair and checked if it had turned blond. I actually love my hair color, and I don’t think any other shade will suit my light skin tone. A heavy breath left my lips when I saw it was still the same.
This is the first time I didn’t have any nightmares in weeks. But I had a weird dream that gave me a funny feeling in my chest, and Elijah was in it. We held hands, walking through the forest into the sunrise wearing happy faces. Speaking of Elijah, he’s not in bed anymore.
I felt utterly cold without him. He was always so warm, like a portable furnace. How I wish I could keep him in my bed.
‘Oh God,’ I audibly groaned. I’m really losing my head. We’re not even together nor datin
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