Thank you ninja!
i…
did a thing
just now
and finished it
and i'm pretty happy about how i wrapped it up
since i've been doing noticably better at endings, or at least for me it's been noticable
sorry if it gets a little spammy jlkdfs
also i'd like to say two more things:
quick shoutout to blobbers n sherry / mama crem for letting me write them into the story (and no, hector is not blobbers' real name, i just needed a name lmao)
and yes the name at the end is kinda cringey imo and def bad but i needed a name and this is what my fren came up with lol
Prompt
Legends Never Die (yes that's the name of a song but idc)
I guess legends really do die after all.
“Legends never die,” we used to whisper together in the dead of night, smiling to ourselves. I wonder what happened? Perhaps we just grew too different. Perhaps I did something wrong. Perhaps you did something wrong, perhaps we both screwed up somewhere along the way. I wonder what it was we did wrong…
And now… and now? We’re just… well, at least I’m a screwup. Since somewhere along the way, I messed something up. And now we’re just two broken halves of a circle, never to be reunited again. I wonder, sometimes I wonder if you’ve moved on. Sometimes I wonder if you forgot about me already. I hope so, you were too nice to carry all this pain with you.
Which reminds me, remember how we started our tradition? Haha, I remember, but do you? Here, since you can’t tell me, I’ll assume you don’t, and retell the story anyways. Remember Hector? The one who refused to go to sleep in the middle of the night, even when it was 8am, and sometimes even later. Who knows? His sleep schedule was always wack, and was quite nonexistent as well. But anyways, we first met in highschool, and we were never particularly close (or at least throughout highschool we weren’t), though it was quite fun calling him Blobbers, for that was his nickname, or so he told us.
And then fast forward to college, and we got closer, which eventually led to us meeting. That was the day we’d decided to meet each other at our classes cause why not? Then you came out of the classroom. It was no secret in the school that either of us weren’t straight, since we’d both dated girls before. Just… just not each other. But then again, we also didn’t know each other at all before that fated day. The day we met. Oh, how I’ll forever treasure that day… but I digress.
I remember how pretty you looked that day, like you could care less if the world was going to explode. Walking without a care in the world, how I would’ve loved to be like you that day. “Who’s that girl?" I whispered to him, in awe of how… for lack of a better word, well, cute you looked that day.
“Sherry,” he told me, then proceeded to tell me that she was an artist, and even had a public Instagram page I could follow, as I oogled and awed at all of your work. From that day on, I aspired to be just as good as you, for I too, was an artist. But I couldn’t help but wonder— how was it that you were so good at what you did? The proportions always seemed to be so accurate, and the coloring was on-spot… Practice, my mind told me, but I still thought you had some sort of innate talent that had helped you get so far.
It took me a whole six months to build up the courage to even approach you. Talking to you? That was a whole other thing, but I’d have to talk to you if I was going to approach you, so being the stumbly mess I was, I walked stumbled over to you, nervously biting my lip. Do you remember now? Do you remember my first words to you? I know, they were so lame. “H-hello… I heard you’re an artist,” I said. God, how I cringe upon this words now. There were a million other things I could’ve said, but out of all of them, that?
But the way you responded, the way you so sweetly smiled at me, that did it. “Yeah,” you replied, laughing softly in your sweet way. “I’m an artist, are you?”
I couldn’t help my face lighting up, both surprised and overly giddy that you’d actually responded to me. After all, I’d figured you were way out of my league, what with you being so pretty and all. I was sure all the boys had fallen for you already. “…yeah, I am as well! By the way, my friend showed me your Instagram page… sorry if this sounds weird, but I love your art,” I managed to get out, just barely keeping the words, ‘I like you,’ to myself. Now isn’t the time to tell her that, dumbass! I told myself sternly, but just inside my head.
“O-oh, thanks,” you laughed again. There was that sweet, sweet smile I loved, and still love to this day, actually. How I’d love to see you smile one last time before you leave again… And then the unexpected happened. You blushed. You blushed! That was the last thing I expected, if I was being honest. A flurry of questions ran through my mind. Did you like me back? Were you just happy I complimented your work? Would that maybe be because no one had ever told you that before? Or maybe you just weren’t used to compliments…?
In any case, I hoped to the moon and back that you liked me back, but still, I kept my words to myself. Still isn’t the right time to tell her, even if she does like me, I told myself then.
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Fast forward a year and a half, and boom, we were dating. Haha, it makes me smile when I think of when you told me you liked me. You were always more bold than I was, especially when it came to feelings. Boy am I glad we came to be friends throughout that first year. Looking back on it, I don’t know how I kept all that to myself for so long.
Then the camping trip. Do you remember that? We sat out in the dark, talking about so many different things for five hours. And then the sun rose, oop- eventually, though, I think it was around 7am we fell asleep. Though, I think it was a good five hours wasted. We got to know each other a little better, but when I think about it now, maybe we shouldn’t have done that. Perhaps, that was what broke us apart.
Ahh, I forgot to mention who came up with our little phrase we used to repeat to each other. That’s why I brought up Hector, right. Sorry, I got a little bit sidetracked there haha. Anyways, remember how he used to call us the couple of legends? “Legends never die.” That was his catchphrase, everytime he saw us together, he’d repeat it, grinning wildly at us. It didn’t take long for us to catch on. It became our little phrase instead, though Hector never did quite stop until, well, we broke up.
…I guess legends really do die, after all. What with considering all that went down, I still wonder what happened, sometimes. But I do hope you’re doing well, maybe found someone better to date? Perhaps you got married early, who knows. Which reminds me, I still don’t know why I’m writing this. I don’t even know where you live anymore, or your email address. Last time I tried to check up on you, which was three weeks ago, Google told me the email I inputted no longer existed. So I guess you tried to make a fresh start, huh? Well, I can’t really blame you, after all I get that. Move on from everything and move to somewhere new, where no one knows you.
I get that, I really do. You know, maybe I should try that someday. But perhaps I’ll print this out and mail it to you. Or at least, your old address. Or maybe I’ll try one of those sketchy find-a-person sites to find your new address. But I probably shouldn’t, you might get a bit too freaked out by that. So instead, I think I’ll probably just mail this to your old address, and hope you get it. I… I miss you Sherry. But, keep in mind you’re under no obligation to respond to this. Just… wanted to write something to you. Contact you, whatever. Again, hope you’re doing well.
Alexa Amazon
