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Maybe heâs just sleeping or something? If it makes you feel any better my family didnât come at all.
That doesn't make me feel better -- makes me feel horrible honestly, family should be there for their kids.Â
I have not seen your brother, sweetheart. Iâm sorry.
Freaking hell, that boy needs to stop disappearing -- he told me to come out to Paris and he's no where.Â
Has anyone seen my brother? I was looking for him a bit ago, and then I gave up but now I am again.Â
Penelope stared at Annabelle from the door to the rooftop, cautiously making her way over to her and lightly placing her hand on her arm, biting her lip harshly. âAnnie.. I didnât let you force me back into the shit show called this tour for you to scare me like this. Now step away form the ledge, please." She begged her, her brown eyes pleading as she bit her lip so hard she was afraid itâd bleed as she tightened the grip on her arm.
Annie felt the hand on her arm, but she didn't bring her gaze down from the beautiful sky above her. She wanted to be swallowed whole by it. "I'm not scaring you." She said in a bit harsher of a tone than intended. "I want to be closer to the stars, I want them to see me." She said quietly, before turning to look down at her best friend from the high ledge. "Did you shrink?" She asked with a small giggle, pulling her arm away and almost falling backwards but catching her step.Â
Demi dragged her away, not wanting her to be near the edge. She wouldnât want anyone to be that close. âIâm sure the stars do see you. The stars watch out for us.â She said softly and bent down to a squat beside her. Demi didnât know how to respond next, her mouth opened, then shut. Demi had noticed the girl, gave her trust, but sometimes people place trust in the wrong humans. Demi took a deep breath. âAre you okay? Why are you up here anyway? Should you have Penny up here?â Demi asked and swallowed a thick lump in her throat.
The blonde kept her legs taught to her chest, sucking in a deep breath. "I don't feel them -- you can always tell when someones eyes are on you, and I don't feel it." She was distraught almost, and there wasn't a real reason why. She was so upset because she just wanted to know that there was someone watching out for her there. "I wanted to see the world." She said, giving Demi a sad smile. "Penelope is my best friend, Demi." She sighed, dropping her head against her knees. She didn't know any other way to explain that.Â
Watching as Anabelle walked closer to the edge of the building, Scarlett moved a little quicker to get to her. âWhat fun would it be if they noticed you, though?â she asked, reaching out to grab the girls hand and pull her back a little from the edge of the building. âIf they noticed you thatâd be so many more conscious beings that would judge you and thatâs never fun. I think itâs better that they canât see us.â
The blonde turned, her eyes widening slightly as she cocked her head. 'Wow.' She mouthed, no sound came out, but she was truly astonished at that statement. "The stars seem so beautiful -- and un judgmental though." She stated simply, getting off the ledge of the building and sitting down. "Beautiful things are always shallow though." The blonde rambled more to herself now, not really dropping her hand from Scarlett's quite yet.Â
"I know youâre here. But if you lay down over here you can touch them. Youâve just gotta reach your hands up to the sky and you can feel them against your fingertips." Sheâs trying not to sound as worried as she feels, but Celeste isnât really the best at covering up her emotions â itâs the eyes, they always give her away.Â
"I feel so close to them, I want to be closer." She said, jumping a slight bit, and almost losing her footing. For a moment, she didn't even remember where she was, and as she gazed up, she had forgotten that Celeste was talking to her. "You know... what if I fell..." She said, looking down now, at the ground. "Do you think I'd become closer to the stars, or would I just become dirt or ash... whatever happens." Annabelle has no real clue that Celeste is there, or worried about her safety -- she's far too wrapped up else where.Â
Demi stood behind her, listening to what the girl was saying but not making a noise to let Annabelle, whom she hadnât spoken too in so long, know that she was there. Demi didnât know what to say in reply, or at all. She didnât even know why she came up here after her. Demi had no words for Annabelle anymore. When the blonde started walking, getting closer to the edge, thatâs when Demi snapped out of her own thoughts and selfish mind to run towards her. âHey, hey, letâs not walk up there.â Her voice was quiet, not her own. Demi held her and made sure she got down.
Annabelles heart fell from her chest, to her knees, and sunk quickly into the cement of the ground beneath her. She just kept her legs in front of her, tipped near the edge of the building. "I just want the stars to see me -- I stare at them, and they are so beautiful and they don't know I'm here." The girl said, dropping down to the ground and hugging her knees to her chest. "I admire beautiful things -- and they never seem to see me." She said with a sigh, not being able to look up at Demi yet because the two od them had gone with out talking for so long.
Evan chuckled gently and then widened his eyes when he realised what she was actually doing. âAnnabelle, babes, youâre gonna fall. Come back here now.â He ordered, he didnât want to try and reach for her incase she actually fell, so he just stood behind her. âAnnabelle, youâre tripping shit.â
She laughed lightly, shrugging her shoulders. "I'm not going to fall -- I'm going to fly." She stated, turning around to look at him, nearly loosing her footing, but recovering it quickly. "Ev, just come up here and dance with me." She smiled, holding out her hand for him.Â
Greg had walked out onto the roof. He needed some air and space to think. He had so many thoughts clouding his mind that he just needed space. And that was when he saw it. He saw a blonde girl, standing on the edge of the roof. âM-madam?â He asked, slowly walking towards her. âC-Come down from the ledge.. C-Come on⊠Itâll be okayâŠâ Was she trying to kill herself? He had no idea. He hoped not. He reached his hand out to her. âCome onâŠâ He said quietly.
She glanced, ever so briefly at the person asking her to get down. She didn't see why it was a problem -- why it mattered, because all she wanted to do was be near the stars. Feel them dance across her skin. "What's going to be okay?" She asked with no twinge of emotion, looking back up at the millions of stars and not at him, now standing still on the ledge. "I just want to be near them."Â
Small hands reached out, gently grasping onto the others arm so she didnât fall off the edge; Sheâd come here to have a smoke â but that was long pushed from her mind. âHow could they not notice you? Youâre so pretty.â Celeste stole a glance at the ground below before she shook her head, tongue swiping across her lips. âYou know where we can get a better view? Laying down over there â you can look right up at the sky and see the whole thing.â
Annabelle frowned slightly at the hand now looped around her wrist and she let out a sigh. "Have you ever been somewhere- Maybe a meadow, or a stream, or fuck, I dunno- AÂ library, but it doesnât matter that you canât safely say there are a pair of eyes on you- You can feel it- Like something or someone knows youâre right there. I donât feel that. Not now, at least." She explained, trailing her other hand through her hair. "They don't even know I'm here." Annabelle gave her a sad smile, because she wish they would just know she was there. "I like them here, I feel like I can almost touch them."
"There is an endless amount of stars," the blonde coo'd, to the person who had just walked onto the roof behind her. Looking up at the stars, in her hazed mind it looked like there was a billion more than there actually was. Reaching up, and grabbing at them, letting the starlight dance across her pale skin. "I've been staring at them for hours, but I don't think they've even noticed me." Annabelle said sadly, paying no mind to where he feet were as she walked along the edge.Â
Does this look okay? Â I hope this is okay..
What do you need such a beautiful skirt for?
Sunshine, my only sunshine || Penannabelle
Annabelle held the letter in her hand, the letters had contorted themselves now, maybe it was from her tears -- or something else; a mind her game was playing with her. The gorgeous and loopy writing of her best friend, her everything, was gone and there was nothing she could do about it. The only thing on the piece of paper that was gripped in her hands, read out run. Run, there could only be an hour left before she got on that plane -- before she could be gone. God, she just wanted to be home to that girl more than anything, she loved her. She desperately loved her so much that she was completely was blinded by the face that she could be slipping deeper and deeper away from her.Â
She scrawled out some text messages to Demi, she certainly couldn't forget about her, ever. Now it was just a race to the finish line, because there was no way she was going to be the tortoise in this scenario. Penny could pass her a million different way, but she would never lose because this girl was her everything.Â
Tears streaked down her face, quickly as she fled out into the dark night from one of the cars she had taken from the tour. She had permission, they all did to borrow them, but she just took the first one with out even checking if it was claimed by someone else. It wasn't an option, more texts, and she fluttered replies back as quickly as she could and kept driving. She made it to the airport, but what was she supposed to do from there -- they weren't going to let a love stricken girl in for no damn reason, she didn't even have a ticket. There was no way that she could get in to the flights. This wasn't even as easy as they make it in the cinemas, it wasn't romantic, it just smelled sterilized and  there was a giant fat man with nacho's stained on his shirt that was holding her back.Â
She ran over, buying the cheapest ticket that was possible -- she didn't even know where it was going, Morocco? Maybe, it's not like it mattered and she used her pocket money that added up to about a hundred dollars to bribe the person at the front of the line to let her in and she started searching for where Penelope was, where the manchester plane was, and much to her digression it had already boarded and was waiting to leave. She pulled in a deep breath, biting down on her lip and calling out to Penelope, tears falling even harder down her face. Â
You are the cutest thing on this planet, Annie.
I just really love that song -- and it just felt like the right thing to do because I like when you sing.Â
My heartâs a stereo It beats for you, so listen close Hear my thoughts in every no-o-o-te Make me your radio And turn me up when you feel low This melody was meant for you Just sing along to my stereo
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh to my stereo Oh oh oh oh so sing along to my stereo
Iâm reaching out To let you know that youâre not alone And if you canât tell, Iâm scared as hell âCause I canât get you on the telephone So just close your eyes Oh, honey here comes a lullaby Your very own lullaby
What song is that Dems?