the way she walk


Wren couldn’t sleep after Saxxen left, not wanting to bother Rae, she made her way to the city. Bringing her guitar along for the ride it turned out useful. The cash slowly trickled in. 

Once she’d made a decent amount she began walking the streets, looking for a way to spend it. Wren saw this weird lady in a cat onesie and decided to sat hi.

“I like your onesie!” The girl giggled as the boy made an exasperated noise.

“I told her not to wear that, it’s not something you wear to a tattoo parlor.” Cat girl shook her head.

“I wear what I want on Sundays remember? We agreed I could have one day a week to wear something weird.”

“You guys are getting tattoos?” Wren wanted a tattoo, the girl answered with a nod.

“You want to come? I want to get little dots on my fingers but Londen wants to get matching ones.” She gave him a strange look. “We’ve been dating for two years, but matching tattoos? Not my thing, sorry hun.” 

“Well are you coming with us or not?” Londen asked, as he began to leave.

“Sure, why not.”

“Can you believe someone actually tried to come into my club with a bag of Doritos stuffed up her dress? I’d give her points for creativity if it hadn’t been irritatingly obvious with the way she was walking and the fact that we could all practically hear the bag with every step she took.”

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.