Dear Emerson,
Today I left a tube of golden paint in your locker, when I saw that your own was nearly empty.
You smiled at me in third when I walked into the room.
I'm happy you're interacting with me again, even though it was something small.
-Katrina
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POETRY | E.B.
FanfictionDear Emerson, You started talking to her again and you began ignoring me too. I miss you a lot. When are you going to come back to your senses? -Katrina
