january 23rd, 2017.
i was worried about you.
i didn't know why, there was this urge.
so i sent you a note, 'are you okay?' you looked at me, i was already staring intently at you.
you neatly printed on the other side of the note, throwing it towards my small worn out table.
it landed perfectly.
'i'm managing, why?'
i looked up at you and shrugged.
you mouthed, 'back door, 1:15pm.' you always changed the subject.
i smiled anyway, excited for the upcoming event.
i was on my bed thinking of what you wrote earlier, 'i'm managing.'
did you mean with life as a whole?
or is something else happening?
what are you managing with?
YOU ARE READING
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Fanfictioni'd much rather hang out in a cafe, that's where things are really happening. where a boy and girl meet over coffee. © childishb00b KAKASHI HATAKE.
