you and me, we're not in the same class.
i sat alone, not feeling alone since i had you in my heart.
lunch time became our gift from caerus.
we met at the front of the canteen walking in together.
like any other real couples.
you saw her before i even realised how fast my heart was beating when our hands interlock.
i could feel your urge to go to her, my exbestfriend, through the force you applied on my hands.
joji, do you know how much i doubted myself that day?
you pulled me anyway, with that strength of yours.
right in front of her, your warm lips touched my cold one,you inhaled all the air out of me, intensely.
you were merciless, but i still found it blissful.
she got jealous, because it was meant to make her.
i blushed so hard, as if it was meant to make me.
we're just pretending
we're just pretending
we're just prenteding
YOU ARE READING
p r e t e n d | Joji
Romancebecause there's always an "end" to every single game of pretend. ps. written in wannabe aesthetic style.