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December 3rd, 2019.

  I had never realised how beautiful his hands were, long slender fingers that would play with my hair in the comfort of my bed. Where we were far from the public view. In school, he would forget about me entirely and prance around with the guys who had the attention of most the school while I would hang out with those who were practically delinquents. Our meet ups were a secret, only ours.

  As we lay on the couch, his hands intertwined with mine. The TV was now just background noise, a soundtrack to us. He leaned down to brush his nose against mine. It was a small symbol of affection I had gotten used to.

   Then, he played with the hem of the wine red T-shirt I adorned, sliding his hands up the front. It was nothing suggestive to either of us, just the way we would cuddle on the couch as if we would be able to live a normal life this way. As if we wouldn't be disowned entirely if someone walked in on us.

That was how it had always been between us, at least since I moved to the school. I had moved to the school 5 months later than the others in my year due to my old school kicking me out. It wasn't my fault but at least this high school was better.

Maybe, I was only saying that because he was there.

Dazai made it better.

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