her;
my mom dragged me out here when she knew fully well i didn’t like parties. at least there weren’t any rowdy teenagers here. but then again, my mother and her friends could equate to a bunch of annoying teens.
it was a small gathering; only twenty or so people loitered the backyard. i stayed in the garage, away from the eating and the drinking and, well, the socialising. i badly wanted to be tucked inside my room, where solitude was my only companion.
actually. no. i wish i was with him. it’s been fourteen days and i can still feel his hands on my arms. it’s been fourteen days and i can still feel his every breath. it’s been fourteen days and he lingers in my every thought. it’s been fourteen days and he has shadowed my every movement. what is he doing to me?
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