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YASMIN!
Does caffeine make you hallucinate?
Did my coffee get mixed up with one of Marie's drugs?
Should be.
But Oh my God! It's him!!
The water splash from that car touched me, it touched him...my vision isn't blurry...
He's real!
Oh God! He's real!
Why's he before me.
My heart feels like it's about to bust open. Suddenly I'm not cold no more... suddenly I want to run but my legs can't move.
Shit! I have a cigar in-between my lips...
My brains going really slowly but everything's moving so fast, he's moving so fast and towards me?
Why?
Someone's playing Sailor's song by Gigi Perez in the apartment three feet left from me or is it coming from a radio?
I don't know.
I can't tell.
My brain's frequency is jammed, the cars don't seem to run as fast as they were a moment ago.
FX321...
JCC899...
Red lights...yellow lights..trafficators...I see it all in a slow blur. Car plate numbers, people smiling whilst eating a donut across the street in the cafe that smells like roses courtesy of the flower shop beside it, the angry face of man using the phone booth ...and her?
She stares at me from the car window, she doesn't pretend to not see me like she always does and I, I don't look away because I can look anywhere else but at him...at those lashes... My eyes fixate on the name tag pinned on his chest... "YOEL AOI"
He's coming too close...so close... finally! Finally my legs remember how to run but he grabs me by the hand and we stand in cinematic silence.
I'm shaking, his staring.
He brings his hands to my face...he wiped my tears...tears I didn't realize I had.
Oh no... I'm crying... I'm crying ugly tears in the rain, ugly tears in his arms... ugly loud tears I don't need the rain to wash away, his purple shirt absorbs it all...
This isn't a dream. I hear his heart beat too clearly. I hear his deep breaths.
Am I crying because he knows my name?
Am I crying because of Bright?
Because he sees me?
Because I'm in his arms?
Because he smells like sunshine even in this rain?
It's probably because I'm pathetic...but I can't help it.
How can human touch be so whole?
It doesn't hurt... for the first time being so close to another body doesn't remind me of my invincibility, of how much of a curse by existence is...that i too am human...
So I cry.
He might never talk to me again but right now, I let this sink.
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YELLOW WINTER
Teen FictionI like him...oh my God! I do? I like his greasy skin, the way he always sort of hides his smile... I like that he isn't conventionally attractive, he isn't aesthetic. He's real, like real normal. I like that I can go out with him and no one would...