Thirty Six Nights

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"Hey Shawn?" I knocked on his door.

I slid it open gently and saw him resting alongside with his guitar.

I wanted to ask if he wanted to hangout since his friends were gone.

Instead, I put the guitar away and covered him in grey sheets.

"Goodnight. Sorry." I whispered before turning off the lights.

I wonder which of us fucked up.

Him or me?

It's going to be a long night.

At least Taylor and Carter offered to clean.

However the only mess left was me.

I come to the realization that hey,

Shawn doesn't love me.

But I don't love him either.

It's the lust stage.

- Matthew

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