My eyes slowly opened to the bright light shining through my window.

I unraveled my lanky body from my blankets.

I rub my tiredsome eyes and shuffle down to the kitchen.

I look around noticing my mother wasn't here.

I grab a piece of bread and make toast and munch on the crispy bread.

I could feel my lungs slowly, deeply, breathing.

Soft sweet air entered and exited lightly.

My small feet scraped the floor as I let them whip back and forth.

I slowly raised from the stool and scooted to my room .

I rumaged through my closet and grabbed my ripped black jeans an a white tee shirt.

I slowly headed to my bathroom the cold floor tickled the sensitive skin.

I turned on the shower and felt for the water to be the perfect tempature.

Once it was right I entered, the warm water washed over me causing goosebumps to appear.

Once I was finished I applied the clothes to my body and fixeed my long wavy black hair.

I added make up on and left the house with my converse half tied, my beats and phone.

The sweet sound of the song Talking Bodies played.

My mind went blank, my body was on auto pilot.

I head straight to a small cafe and sat in my usual seat in the back.

I settle in my seat and Chasing by Mt Eden plays.

I let my music ring in my ears as I watch the people move on with there lives.

I notice one person, he was staring out the window.

He had a grey sweater on with jeans and converse.

He had blonde hair that hit his shoulders.

He was staring out the window his beautiful brown eyes watching the world as he had blue beats, the same as mine.

I watched him he seemed to hold a different posture he was breathing differently then others.

I thought to myself why he would.

He seemed perfect.

No flaws.

Nothing wrong with him.

But how ironic would it be.

If this perfect.

Individual.

Had

Burnt

Lungs...

A/n this is a Lil different but I hope u enjoy it....