then she heard,
a noise outside her window.
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she went there,
only to find brandon at his window too,
holding some pebbles,
and her history notebook.
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she dropped the razor,
which only grazed her skin,
much lighter than she,
had willed it to.
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she dropped her book,
when she ran away,
from him in the hallway.
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he smiled when he saw her,
a smile that reached up to his eyes,
eyes that never flickered to her bloody wrist,
eyes that never questioned,
her sudden escapade.
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a smile with dimples,
which she blushed at,
and said a whispered thanks.
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perfect imperfections
Short Storyimperfections, who's normal without them? hers were her scars and spots. but to him, hers were perfect. -warning- contains suggestion of cutting and is down right depressing
