him ☼ f. wolfhard

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f i f t e e n

i walked in school with
bags in my eyes. i stayed
up all night just thinking.

what if i never met him?
would i be less hurt?

what if i never opened up to him?
would i not be crying right now?

"what if" thoughts were all
in my head.

when i met his eyes by the halls.
i just wanted to cry all over again.
he was holding her hand

what did he do to me?
i literally just met him a few
weeks ago.

i saw a pinch of grief in his eyes.

and as always, he looked away.