A boy tried to talk to me after French. I think the whole school knows about what happened to me now, so I haven't any doubt that he was just taking pity on me when he smiled and asked me out for smoothies.
But maybe he hadn't heard about me, because surely he would've figured out that I want nothing to do with anyone with that fuckboy haircut ever again. I don't want smoothies, and if I do, I'll get them with one of my seven billion family members.
Not with him.
He took me out for smoothies when we first started dating. It was before he started having expectations for our relationship, back when all we did was hold hands and smile at each other.
God, I miss that.
a/n: casually posting all the chapters at once bc life is too short to wait for readers.
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comfort {complete}
Short Storyin which a victim of rape recovers, with the help of a snarky pair of siblings//spinoff of Warmth//#335 in short story (well, it USED to be; i'm not bitter, don't worry) (jk, super bitter) TRIGGER WARNING FOR RAPE, please don't read this if it's gon...
