a story i wrote

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mya, i apologise.

inhale, exhale. the only two things mya could actually remember to do at that time, inhale and exhale.

fear struck her as soon as she saw her utmost desire, existing in the same room as her.

her mouth gaped open, her jaw nearly touching the classroom floor. she felt mixed emotions, shock being one of them.

she raised her hand, sticking her arm out in front of her, as if it were actually in contact with the latex item in sight.

the moment her hand was in the air, it fell back down to her side, saddening her a bit.

she tried to call out, but her words turned into small whimpers and cries for help.

tears streamed down her face and eventually hit the rough carpet below her.

'it was stupid, it always was,' she told herself silently.

her gaze fixed to the space between her shoes, though her vision was quite blurred.

'it never was.' a soft voice replied to her thoughts, as if someone had read her mind.

'who are y-' she stopped speaking before she ended her sentence, it was there.

the latex balloon bobbed in the air, as if it's string was being tugged slightly.

'shush.' the balloon inched closer to her, rubbing against her cheek in attempt to wipe away her tears.

'i came here for you.' mya stayed looking at the floor, but a small grin made its way onto her face.

'did you, really?' she whispered to the white object to reply, knowing that it was an intimate moment.

'of course i did.' and with that the balloon drifted forwards and bounced off her lips.

the end.

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