I don't even know if we're friends anymore, let alone best friends.
What are we, Ryan?
You were next to me in English.
You barely said anything, not make any eye contact.
You just focused on your work.
I saw you walking in the corridors today. We made eye contact for a split second. Then you quickly looked away, and walked away as quickly as you can.
What happened to you Ryan?
Tell me, because I'm having a hard time figuring it out.
YOU ARE READING
Lost
Teen FictionLife is chances that are taken But nothing's ever broken They're just pieces on the ground New hands need to build them -Touch by Troye Sivan
