"he looks at you sometimes with confusion and other times he looks at you like he just wants to stare at you all the time and he smiles and stares he never gives you a dirty look except that time you got him wet with your hair."
Lucy told me.
As i read those words i looked out the window with the raindrops racing down and i watched the rain drip from the roof. One at a time. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. I listen to the wind.
He smiles. He gets confused when i say something stupid.
Which is all the time.
She still has more questions to answer.
I dont know where she went but its ago. I'll get them later.
I'd be dead without Lucy.
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You Hate Me, I Used to Love You (Completed)
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