He stepped foot into the familiar woods, walking forwards on the well worn dirt path. The lights from the few households still awake began to fade, so he pulled out his phone and switched the flashlight on. There was much less noise and it was softer to walk on. He moved over to his right, now walking on the grass. Rocks and dirt crunched beneath his shoes, making a satisfying but annoyingly loud noise. He made his way down the street, aiming for the forest that lay at the dead end. Once he’s safely onto the ground, he secures the guitar and his feet start moving. He slowly makes his way down to the grass, making sure to be careful as to not make any noise or break his guitar. That kind of fresh air that soothes the burning acid sitting on your tongue. That kind of fresh air that you need after being crammed into a room for far longer than you would have liked. He quickly grabs both his phone and notebook before moving out of the window into the night. The blonde slips on some shoes, nearly tripping on the shoelaces as he does so. He ducks under the strap, moving the guitar so that it now rests on his back. Not the electric one that he stole, but the acoustic one he stole. He tugs his brown sweatpants up a little higher than they were, tightening the drawstring before he moves towards his guitar. He leaves it open, showing the simple white shirt he has on underneath. He grabs a black zip up hoodie, pulling it on but not actually zipping it. It makes him sit up from where he laid and step out of his bed. A simple thought that he thinks anyone would have. A simple minded thought crosses his mind. He looks out the window, the glimmering stars catching his eyes. He just smacks his tongue in his mouth, hoping that it will go away soon. He couldn’t wash away the taste, he couldn’t spit it out, he couldn't do anything about it. It was thick, sticky acid that filled his mouth to the brim, but nothing was actually there. It wasn’t the sickeningly sweet taste that it had always been. There was the taste of honey in his mouth, but it hurt. He had laid awake, either with his eyes closed or staring at the ceiling like he was doing now. It was open slightly, a breeze moving the curtains along with his hair. It was three in the morning, the stars peeking through his window. Tommy laid in bed staring at the ceiling. My favourite fics <3, Elvie’s favourites, Amesfaves, *slaps fic* this baby can hold so much trauma, bee’s personal picks, found family my beloved <3, bees fics for ariel, dino's minecraft hyperfixations, Best Hurt/Comfort SBI Fics, I will reread you until the day my body is no longer here, BAMF SBI Fics, RACEING AU's, Cross' Collection of DSMP/SBI fics (finished) Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 86872 Chapters: 19/19 Comments: 523 Kudos: 3082 Bookmarks: 637 Hits: 66099
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