we were in a group of people, all of them who i had only spoken to if they needed answers to the homework.
they were laughing, smiling at each other, but never once smiling at me.
his warm body pressed against mine was the only thing that made me stay.
i wish i had ripped myself away from him, and ran home.
but i didn't.
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countdown
Poesiathe day i had become stuck with him was the day the countdown had begun.
