I am on the edge, and I met brown eyes there.
When he pulled away I felt strangely cold.
When I sat up I was pulled back by the needles.
I forgot.
I look and He's still next to me.
He's looking down.
Embarrassed.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be," he says
"Why?"
"Because I jumped, too."
I am on the edge, and my eyes met the brown eyes, and that threw me over.
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Age?
13 but 2 months away from being 14!
