He’s slipping away from me.
He doesn’t search for my company, sometimes he wouldn’t even say hello if I didn’t push him this hard.
That loose little kid, who told me everything is gone and I don’t even know what to do about it. It’s my fault, everything is because of me. I didn’t know I could change so much to lose the only constant thing in my life - our friendship.
Obviously, the easiest way is to say it’s all McKinnon’s fault, she was the one who took him away from me - but it’s a lie. People say relationships (not just romantic ones) work out only if both person needs the other. I always thought we couldn’t rely more on each other, and this was my biggest mistake. He doesn’t need me, he doesn’t want me to be around him, no matter how hard I try to save what we had whether as a friend or as the girl who fell in love with him.
He moved on and I will never be his princess again.
Live the Life
{Avan Jogia, Freya Mavor, Logan Lerman, Astrid Berges-Frisbey}
viva la vida
it was the wicked and wild wind
blew down the doors to let me in
shattered windows and the sound of drums
people couldn’t believe what i’d become
Strong, wild, free… she lived the life.
Will Twycross (Lerman) had an exceedingly normal existence, almost painfully boring. Shy and artistic, he lives with his younger sister, Ella (Berges-Frisbey) and parents in an average, small town in the middle of nowhere. When big-city tomboy Mara McKinnon (Mavor) moves in next door, she turns his world upside down. Sarcastic, witty, and always with a plot up her sleeve, the girl lives for the thrill of it and always finds herself in sticky situations. She’s wild and untamed, and not one to hold back in the least. Harsh and secretive, she does not let people get all that close to her. But as Will progressively gets to know her better over that summer, they may just teach other a thing or two about friendship. Mara brings him out of his comfort zone, but just when things were going better than ever, light is shed on secrets and lies. She may not be everything she says she is. When her biggest scheme yet comes unraveled, it will take the help of Will, his best friend Aidan (Jogia), and Ella to save the day.
Ok, then, shall we go? Come on up, he says offering her his arm. How did you got that, actually?
I don’t need you to come with me, really. But… Okay, fine. - accepts his arms and hides her tears - Nothing. Just a bunch of Slytherin kids thought that it would be fun to write it on me with a spell while I was carrying my old books.
Hey, shh, it’s okay. They will not make fun of you from now on, I promise. Do you know their names?, he asks. Ok, take this. *he hands her his handkerchief*
I know, but the names are not important. - she shakes her hand, trying to take her tears back but ends up hugging him. - I’m so sorry I’m immature and weepy, I’ll stop crying I promise.
Crying isn’t immature. Crying is humanly. When you cry you show your human part of the soul, the one that can be easily hurt. And a weeping now now and then doesn’t harm anyone, not even to you, Charity. Weeping helps you sleep better, did you know?
Oh, does it? - she smiles a little bit and shakes her head - I’m fine. I’m okay. I’ll have very sweet dreams then tonight. - laughs sotfly - Thank you. For everything.
At your service, my lady. Now let’s go to Madam Pomfrey. We don’t want you to stick the whole day with that on your face.
No, I suppose we don’t. - smiles - So, how’s the job research, by the way? Did you manage to get one at last?
Ok, then, shall we go? Come on up, he says offering her his arm. How did you got that, actually?
I don’t need you to come with me, really. But… Okay, fine. - accepts his arms and hides her tears - Nothing. Just a bunch of Slytherin kids thought that it would be fun to write it on me with a spell while I was carrying my old books.
Hey, shh, it’s okay. They will not make fun of you from now on, I promise. Do you know their names?, he asks. Ok, take this. *he hands her his handkerchief*
I know, but the names are not important. - she shakes her hand, trying to take her tears back but ends up hugging him. - I’m so sorry I’m immature and weepy, I’ll stop crying I promise.
Crying isn’t immature. Crying is humanly. When you cry you show your human part of the soul, the one that can be easily hurt. And a weeping now now and then doesn’t harm anyone, not even to you, Charity. Weeping helps you sleep better, did you know?
Oh, does it? - she smiles a little bit and shakes her head - I’m fine. I’m okay. I’ll have very sweet dreams then tonight. - laughs sotfly - Thank you. For everything.
Ok, then, shall we go? Come on up, he says offering her his arm. How did you got that, actually?
I don’t need you to come with me, really. But… Okay, fine. - accepts his arms and hides her tears - Nothing. Just a bunch of Slytherin kids thought that it would be fun to write it on me with a spell while I was carrying my old books.
Hey, shh, it’s okay. They will not make fun of you from now on, I promise. Do you know their names?, he asks. Ok, take this. *he hands her his handkerchief*
I know, but the names are not important. - she shakes her hand, trying to take her tears back but ends up hugging him. - I’m so sorry I’m immature and weepy, I’ll stop crying I promise.
Ok, then, shall we go? Come on up, he says offering her his arm. How did you got that, actually?
I don’t need you to come with me, really. But… Okay, fine. - accepts his arms and hides her tears - Nothing. Just a bunch of Slytherin kids thought that it would be fun to write it on me with a spell while I was carrying my old books.
I can’t remove this virgin tag from my front. People are staring at me, though I try not to care.
Still, this whole stuff makes me sad.
Char, are you feeling ok? You shouldn’t really listen to those numskulls, because whoever mean they would be to you, you’ll…
Tommy, tommy. Relax, I’m fine. It’s nothing, I just don’t know how to wash or spell this tag off. Though I might go and ask for Madam Pomfrey’s help, I’m sure she’ll find out what to do with it. But thank you, anyways. Really.
Need me to get you there? Char, you’re not fine, seriously. Stop trying to hide your sadness, and you have to admit it, it’s not making you happy what they do. JUst try and be honest with your friends at least, please.
I am fine. And even if I’m not, I will be, I swear. I just need this bloody tag off my head, or I’m going insane.
I can’t remove this virgin tag from my front. People are staring at me, though I try not to care.
Still, this whole stuff makes me sad.
Char, are you feeling ok? You shouldn’t really listen to those numskulls, because whoever mean they would be to you, you’ll…
Tommy, tommy. Relax, I’m fine. It’s nothing, I just don’t know how to wash or spell this tag off. Though I might go and ask for Madam Pomfrey’s help, I’m sure she’ll find out what to do with it. But thank you, anyways. Really.
