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i can hear it in the way you speak. i can hear it in the way you move. i can hear it in the way you breathe.
this won’t last forever. it won’t.
this was something i wanted, not something i needed. or was it?
the words are at the tip of my tongue, trapped behind foreboding lips. i swallow, and i can see the way you were looking everywhere else, as long as it wasn’t me.
i love you. i want to say, and your eyes rest on mine again after a few seconds of me fidgeting. i focus to not make myself seem so nervous, and you smiled.
do you need something? your soft brown eyes crinkle, and your hand rests comfortingly on my shoulder.
a group of girls walked past, words already forming on their daggered tongues as they eyed the two of us mockingly.
quickly, i breathed out and played my nervousness off. i like your boots. i grinned painfully. they suit you.
thanks! you quipped, running a hand through your ebony tresses and looking down at your neat brown footwear. they were on offer.
but still, a knowing gaze lingered on me. was that really all you had to talk about?
yeah. i lied, breathing out again, watching you raise a suspicious eyebrow, and luckily, you said nothing.
with every breath i took, the longer the look of doubt remained playing on your lineaments.
well, you said, tucking your hands in the pockets of your black leather jacket. my parents are waiting for me. see you on monday.
i let out a breath i didn’t know i was holding. sure.
