songs
(still on hiatus)
//
"so how did art theory go?"
"i really don't know if i can talk about it."
"what about therapy?"
"eso también."
"sorry i didn't spend my summer abroad."
"you know what i meant."
philip and i ended up making a pillow and blanket fort after the movie. it's simple but we have stayed up way too late catching up on each other's lives. because i left his company and traded it for alex's. that was not cool of me.
he pushes back his glasses and asks me,
"do you remember the first time we met?"
i choke on the tea i'm drinking and can feel my cheeks getting redder,
"yes very, very clearly."
"i don't think we've ever talked about it."
"i'd really rather not."
he sets down his mug, hard, on the wooden floor. when he looks at me, his glasses have a glare so that i can't see the fire in his eyes,
"perrin you can't just keep avoiding everything. it has been a month now and i'm more worried than i was the first week. you won't open up about anything."
i know. damn it, i know. but part of me is gone, and that part will never be a part of me again. and i'm not ready to accept that yet. he just looks so hurt. is it possible for hair to look sad because if so, philip's hair does. his drooping locks cover his face so that i can't even imagine what his expression is. i set my hand on his arm and give it a squeeze. i don't say anything because this is the apology i can offer right now.
i'm broken and i know it.
\\
just when you thought perrin was getting better, she's not.
there's an expression that goes: you have to get worse before you can get better. this would be the expression for this book...
YOU ARE READING
since.
Short Story// since he's been gone, there's a cold side of the bed. since he left, I don't know how to handle myself. since he died, I died a little too. \\
