n. a recurring thought that only seems to strike you late at night-an overdue task, a nagging guilt, a looming and shapeless future-that circles high overhead during the day, that pecks at the back of your mind while you try to sleep, that you can s...
"her laugh was love at first sight to the blind man in a dark cave." - atticus
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i walked up slowly to ushijima, a yellow highlight hidden away in my hand. it was one of the smaller ones, and even if it was staining my hands, it was totally worth what i was about to do.
the tall male slowly walked off the court, wiping sweat from his brows. i walked up to him, a nervous smile on my lips.
he turns to look at me, and when he does i jump up, running the open highlighter down his face. he stares at me awkwardly, before sighing.
"what are you colouring on me with highlighter?" ushijima asks, trying his best to wipe the marker away.
"well," i pause, dragging out the 'l' slowly. "my teacher told me to highlight the important things."
