She was sitting in the front of the class. In her assigned seat.
It's snowing hard right now but she opened the window anyway.
Her ex was staring at her from the back of the row. He was thinking to himself.
'Did she open the window to freeze herself?
To let everyone know she wants to die?
But no. That's not why. She opened it simply because the pain her lungs felt from the freezing air finally aloud her to breathe again.
He walked up to her, and asked
"Are you okay?"
She replied:
"You know what?
You don't have the right to ask me that anymore"
Then the tears started rolling down her rosy pink cheeks before the teacher put down the window to begin class.
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Broken Wings
Poetry'For someone so small you're pretty strong. For someone so brave you're pretty shy. For someone so observant you're pretty abnormal.' For someone like me it's pretty hard to decide who I wanna be or where I want to fit in. So this isn't exactly poet...
