dear diary—
corbyn saw my cuts today, during gym.
i really hate gym.
mr. myers made us run laps around the track, and by the fifth lap, i was sweating through my hoodie.
so i took it off.
after we finished running, i went over to the bleachers to grab my water bottle. corbyn appeared beside me, and after i took a long drink, he lightly took my hand in his and wordlessly slid his fingers against my arm, across my newest cuts.
i pulled my arm away, my skin tingling from his touch. i didn't know what to say.
"you promised," he reminded me quietly, before jogging over to jack.
i bit my lip, slipping back into my hoodie.
i still didn't know what to say.
for the rest of the day, whenever corbyn and i made eye contact, he gave me a disappointed look before looking away.
jack noticed all the glances we exchanged, and i don't think he liked it.
—daniel
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catharsis.
Romance"dear diary- corbyn is a refreshing beam of light in the dark familiarity of our small town. i hope he stays forever. -daniel" daniel is given a diary by his best friend zach, in which he writes out his innermost thoughts, struggles, and feelings. h...
