kissed her in the back of a gender-neutral bathroom and had a panic attack afterwards. there is no poetry left in me.
abby: cooper, we should talk about this.me: i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry.
abby: it's okay, cooper, take deep breaths.
me: oh my god, abby, i'm so sorry.
abby: shhh. just focus on your breath.
me: please hate me. hate me like her and like him and don't look back.
abby: you don't mean that.
me: but what if i do?
abby: shhh...
me: how can you hold me like this after that?
abby: cooper, i'm here.
me: a-abby.
abby: i'm right here.
me: i know.
abby: let yourself lean on me, just for now.
me: okay...
abby: there you go.
me: thank you.
abby: shhh....
me: thank you so much.
abby: tell me when you feel up for standing. then we'll get you home.
me: want to get coffee first?
abby: always.
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fading voices [ the SEQUEL to little talks ]
Short Storysometimes there is nothing worse than an apology. - cooper