There are TyPOs, then there are tie-pose
Today I had tea and breakfast, then math class first, then a little break. Then in ME we got our tests back and I didn't fail 🎉. Then in Fashion Media I learned about Dior. Then I had lunch and did some hmk and then my mum was looking and handbags, and kept texting, so I didn't get much work done while doing that. Then we went to dinner, then I came back and did chem hmk for 4hours. I was the last one up (which never happens), so I quietly finished doing my English hmk and have to print it tmrw. Tmrw is class.
to think it’s been an entire year since I first met Andrew Scott at Sherlocked UK. 😍✨
I was then lucky enough to catch him after The One Show before he started his run at Hamlet at the Harold Pinter Theatre & then after his opening night. ✨❤️
I expected it to be a rainy, grey day after it happened but I was mistaken. The early morning sunlight snuck into the living room making it a soft yellow colour. It was too happy and it set this warm comforting feeling that wasn't quite perfect because he wasn't around with me to share it. Not anymore. I'd fell sleep in his huge boxers and baggy top, the smell of cigarettes and alcohol mixed in with fabric softener filled my nostrils and made my mind jump between reality and memory. I fought the tears and rage- I wasn't one for getting my hands dirty but after yesterday's tragedy I just lost control. My throat went raw from the screaming and then the silence came. The flashbacks shortly followed, I remember that whimper and how quickly it all fell apart. The blood splashing against my face and me running to him almost slow motion trying to stop him hitting his head on the concrete. But I was already too late. The bullet went straight threw and killed him almost automatically. I spend days grieving and earning revenge. I ran on the maximum of 2hours sleep, knowing that if I closed my eyes he would be there and being reminded that I didn't save him. It would take me afew more weeks before the anger and sorrow left my system. I'd convince myself that, that's what people do. That's what they were made for. Reminding myself of the promise I made never to get attached, especially to an ordinary person. Because that's what people do don't they? They die?...