I was sitting behind the oak tree.
You came to me.
Asked me if you could sit.
Tell me, how could I resist that beautiful face?
We shared our lunch.
I asked about your friends.
"What friends?" You asked genuinely confused.
"The jocks and the cheerleaders." I laughed a little.
Your greens eyes turned dark.
Somehow that scared me.
The venom,
The hatred,
The anger,
The iciness.
"I don't have friends." You replied.
"Oh." My mouth said
As a million questions
Ran through my mind.
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YOU ARE READING
Holding onto you
Short StoryBut baby I wasn't supposed to love you this much. I wasn't supposed to know you from this close. You were supposed to stay far away. I thought you were one of those cool kids. Sweet but tough. Up close you are cold. Broken beyond repair. I couldn...
