the more the others seemed to talk was the more he would sneak kisses
in the back of the classroom
in the hallway
anytime we could have a moment alone
i am still trying to process how we came to this point so fast
my lips tingle in longing from the lack of his-
i find myself craving everything he has to offer
even if just sprinkles of his affection
i would everything they would say
"she's not good enough for him"
"she's a desperate slut for even trying'
for the first time in my life i don't care what the others may say about my choices. i don't care about anything
during a walk in the hallway with him
amidst the emptiness from our peers being in class where they belong,
he flashed me his signature smile
it faded into something more than just playful
something both serious and passionate
"i can't wait until we can do more than kiss in secret"
those words of his replayed in mind a thousand times over
even as they ridiculed me
even in the darkest moments of the day
his words wrapped around me like a blanket
i remember that he wanted me, and that carried me to freedom
it carried me to safety and euphoria
YOU ARE READING
the missing pieces
No Ficciónaurora is a jaded loner who begins a dangerous infatuation with a charming, obsessive, and popular classmate • told in the form of short vignettes and poetry
