the letter | m.yg [editing]

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i came back to class the next day.

you weren't there, and a part of me felt saddened.

but another part was somewhat happy; i mean, after all, you had called me a dumb bitch.

i went to eat my lunch on the roof later that day, but the door was locked.

why was it locked today?

there were no problems with students eating up here.

i decided to go eat in the court yard instead.

but when i turned to leave, a hand pulled me outside onto the roof.

why were you there?