i can remember the first day i saw him in the courtyard. he looked so cool, so collected, so... cold. he leaned against the wall, with brand new raybans, and a cigarette dangling between his lips with tiny white, gaseous, spirals of toxins escaping from the cancerous stick.
black hair and icy blue eyes, baby you looked so cool. but i knew the truth, and i hoped i was wrong for the first times in my life.
the truth is that you looked so cool, because really you were broken.
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cool kids
Short Story"cool kids aren't just cool, they're cold. they're broken" lowercase intended (c)@stardrinks cover by:@recklessrebellion-
