I snuggle into your shoulder. Your hair smelled of Yasmine and other herbs. I like it. Your hand snakes towards my waist, and you pull me closer.
'three months and I still can't get over your smile' you say as I grin.
'three months and you still won't kiss me' I smile.
'itll be nicer if we wait, then it'll be like-finally'
'.. because that makes sense'
It all happened too quickly. You got up and looked at me angrily.
' well it seems I can't be perfect, so just ask someone else to date. I'm finished. Your hair whipped across your pale face as you turned to go. I leap up, and grab your arm
' don't go. I didn't mean it to come across that way. I love you'
You shrug me off
' well I need some alone time' your voice sounds thick, like you are talking through tears. I tried to reach out, but my arm stayed by my side. Maybe it's better like this. I watch as you stride out the door. I fall on my knees. shaking. Alone.crying. I rasp through my drowning tears, wishing you back in my arms, wishing we were talking normally, missing you.
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Beautiful Anyway
General FictionShe's suffering with anxiety and depression. She's also gay. Oh,and bullied most days.
