20th May 2011
This is our usual thing now. I sit under the tree, as sits between my legs, resting her head on my chest.
She reads her book to me. Or will tell me funny things that has happened in her life.
I run my fingers through her hair.
I think I'm in love with her. But I don't know what it feels like to be in love... Am I?
Is she?
H.
YOU ARE READING
Stockholm Syndrome
Fiksi Penggemar'Would you like me to play it for you or would you want to watch it happen again in person?' The way he emphasised 'again' made my skin crawl... 'You are a sick human being.' I swear if i clench my teeth anymore my jaw will break. I cant do anything...
