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hi, welcome to cherryboba-lillies ! this writing account is shared by two people!! now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, on to the introductions :)

   hey! i’m astroe or you can call me ash for short !! i write mostly all types of content and a few fandoms ,, and I’m very friendly! please don’t be afraid to come talk to us in the ask box, we’re very welcoming!! (she/they)

   heyo, i’m rain, i’m more new to writing as a hobby and i’m in a few fandoms like jjba for example! i can b more blunt at times but like ash said, i’m friendly so feel free to talk to us in the ask box. (they/them) 

   that’s all for introductions now! nice to meet y’all and we hope you enjoy our content :D

I wrote letters for different people from another person's point of view. I hope you enjoy reading them and somehow comfort you. 💗

I graduated from high school on June 23 of this year. My entire life would begin to start after that summer vacation when I started college, but that was the whole summer away. And as of right now, the local county fair and everyone in my class were there celebrating the last summer vacation we had together. From noon until midnight, we partied, drank, and overall had a great time together. The boys played cheesy caravel games to win prizes for their sweethearts. The girls would ask them to ride with them on the two-seat-er Ferris wheel or crowd together to take selfies.

My childhood friend, Max Sherman, his boyfriend Luther Davis, and I spent most of the day together. Occasionally we tagged along in groups when they called us over. The day was fantastic. We all made jokes about our childhood, ate fried dough and ice cream all day. And when night finally came, we all got together at the hill where we usually sat to watch fireworks for one last time. The deep thuds shook the ground with each explosion in the night sky. Our home town might be small, but hell. It was home.

The last firework of the grand finale fired off and closed the night with a bang. My graduating class hugged each other before splitting ways. My friend approached me holding Luther's hand. Max is a skinny guy with short curly red hair with bright blue eyes, with freckles covering almost every inch of his body. I would often tease him about being a stereotypical redhead. While Luther, on the other hand, was a jock with blond hair and stern hazel eyes that complimented a strong jawline. He was the quarterback on the football team before we graduated. "So, that's it. The last time our class will be together." Max stared with an almost relieved tone, but I knew he would miss everyone. I chuckled to agree, amusing him. Happy that I did, he hugged me goodnight. "Don't forget our plans on Sunday, (y/n)." He added. "Like I would." I joked. "Oh, that's not even funny. Must I remind you of September, 5th 2009?" He pulled away from our embrace, placing his hands on my shoulders, casting a burning gaze upon me. "Oh my God. You can't seriously hold that over me forever, Maxwell." I exclaimed, trying to defend myself. "Watch me." He chuckles before leaving with Luther.

I laughed to myself after they left. I was the only one remaining on the hill now that everyone left for home. They had something to go home, also. I, on the other hand, lived alone at the current point in time. My mother and step-father were away on vacation across the world for the summer. They insisted that I stayed here to prepare for college. By this point, I used to being cast aside by them. I learned early on how to defend myself. My father had died when I was 11 in a car accident. A drunk driver collided with my father's vehicle head-on, killing them both. But, besides that, I grew up hardy like the land I walk on.