A pen rasps against paper in the dark. Someone tears a ribbon of tape and clinks the holder on a table in the process. I stay still, trying to keep a steady rhythm of breathing.
Conscious nonexistence.
The main door is open— humming fluorescent light seeping in through the gap.
(Is it morning?)
A shadow whips around the room, and then carefully, the front door latches shut.
Silence.
I shift backward beneath the covers, and feel nothing.
(It's probably morning)
My phone lights up beneath sleep-clumsy fingers and my eyes sting in the light.
3:14am
Well then.
I stand and shine the light around the room. Someone (Blaze?) has taped a note to the front door, folded in half.
It smooths out under my free hand and I try to blink away the last of my night adjusted vision.
early morning class— you can stay if you want or you can go back to your mom or whatever ill be done before noon though
but if you wanted to stay that would be fine
(please stay)
blaze, 7:14am
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[a/n] Y'all just wait.
-harper
YOU ARE READING
Let Them Talk
Teen FictionHead out your window and meet me on the pier. We'll wake before the world does. (Pretentious teenagers and early mornings by the ocean) *** (I originally warned you about LGBT themes right here but fuck that & fuck your intolerance)
