The Fallen and the Angel

A few days had passed, and Andy had flew back to California before New Year’s. Not going to lie, I was upset. I was starting to really like the fucker, for more than just his status and face.

Before he left for the airport, I was feeling anxious that even though we were both going back to the same state, I would never see him (outside of concerts and shit if it came to that) again. It wasn’t like we exchanged numbers or addresses or blood-types; we in actuality only knew each other for a little more than a week. I was reluctant to tell him because who the hell likes showing they’re actually weak mush under their hard shell of a mask, but instead of being his cocky self, he said, “Love, there’s no need to worry. I’ll always find you.”

This left me wondering, is it possible to fall for someone so quickly?

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