ᴛᴇᴀʀ ᴍᴇ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ

promises promises

august 29, 2015

i liked sitting on billies bathroom sink, it was our simple thing. i'm sitting here this time because she shoved me onto the blacktop, scraping my knee.

of course, i cried, but she apologized.

"better," she asked, reaching up to my face to wipe away more tears. i nod, enjoying the sensation of her hands on my skin.

"hey, billie," i say as she cleans up the bandaids; "yes, angel," she says, her gaze fixed on me.

"do you think we'll ever stop being friends" i question, to which she responds with a grin, "never, ever, nothing can make me leave you."

i giggle as she kisses my forehead "promise?"

she gives me her pinky as she looks into my eyes "promise."

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