butterflies

15

"come with us" he pleaded.
"we never hangout anymore..."

was it my fault?

i'm sorry.

he came close again,
to tease me for the fun of it.

"i really wanna know what
your singing voice is like." he smirked.

i nudged him,

and he laughed.

the butterflies felt good.

they felt good as of right now.

so i agreed.

"...fine"

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