Bleeding isn't Broken

Hun

Morning broke. The room was full of gossip and the smell of coffee. I didn't have anything on my mind but the time of my next lesson. All seemed normal. Familiar.

That was until he walked in. The same boy from before, nothing drastic changes. Just the night before I had him in my lap, rustling his hair as he tried to sleep.

But it was different now. Just a side glance and a turn away back to his conversation. Like the memories of us didn't exist anymore. The feeling of love and admiration we had for one another dulled.

The flooding of memories came as a poor. Every I love you. Every kiss. Every promise that things wouldn't change and we'd still stay in love. Every lie.

I looked back down at my desk. Him to his own. Two worlds that used to be one now set off. I was now alone.

I guess that's just how it has to be.

It was silly of me to believe that I would be shown off, admired slightly by surprise of the fact that we were together. Silly of me to think he wouldn't go back to how it used to be. I would of much rather friends in public and lovers in private. But not strangers. Anything but strangers.