heartbeats

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my now apparent exhaustion took over my will to stay awake.

loud music thundered throigh the house of, god knows who. boris pulls me out of the main crowd of drunk people, we shuffled into the kitchen, clinging onto eachothers shirts my fingers ravelled around and inbetween boris' sweater he clung onto my shoulders over top of my coat.

we'd both had to much to drink "we should run away together, potter!" boris said slurring his words against his accent "nothing is stopping-" hiccup. "us! we both have-" hiccup. "drunk asshole fathers!"

i ran my fingers through his curly unbrushed hair while he rambled on, "boris, i cant. as much as i love you i can't leave." i didnt think before speaking, shit fuck shit. "oh so you admit it potter! you love me!" he said sliding his arm around my shoulders "oh shut up! no i don't boris!" i said loudly

i jumped awake, the light of the moon poured onto the seats of the cab, i half expected boris to be sitting beside me with his arm around me and my heart broke a little.

"sir? how much further to the bus stop?" i said pain seeping through my voice, "about half an hour." his deep voice not wavering

my heart thudded against my chest and i couldve sworn it was going to break my ribs.

please let boris be at the next stop.

i pushed the cabs door open, the cool vegas air hitting me, i held tightly onto my bags and waved off the driver thanking him.

i hurried underneath the bustop, a little drizzle of rain making the lenses of my glasses spotted with water

i climbed into the bus, my mind whirred i remembered sitting with boris on the swings once

"are you jealous of kotku, potter?" boris said breathing smoke outbof his nose, "what do you mean? like do i want to be a girl?" i asked, knowing what he meant. "no potter!" he said flicking the side of my head "you are not very smart." he said laughing "im smart, asshole." i said, bumping my sing against his

i wouldve gave anything to get back to that very park right now, or for boris to be sitting next to me on the bus.

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