troglodytic

5

the chilling white substance outside my window appeared different today. the special type of different. different in a way that warms my heart. different like me. different like michael. cliche as it sounds, we used to play in the snow from early in the morning, until it was too dark to see a thing. sometimes i would just take a step back and watch the smile slowly appear on his face, as he sculpted the snow in his hands. michael acted like a young child on christmas morning, and that was his main goal. whenever i was dragged out by him, he would poetically state how playing in the snow was a way for him to "recreate his youth". at the time it didn't make much sense to me but, michael's past was something he would always try to open up to me about. of course i was too blinded by love to see this.
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mrs. langdon went rambling on and on as i tried staying awake regardless of the i-would-much-rather-be-sleeping look on my face. from across the room i can almost feel a set of eyes watching me. i instantly shrug it off once i realize that it's levi. we have yet to have a full conversation since she finally reached out to me. i guess that was enough discussing for now, considering we haven't spoken much before that day. in an instant her face turns from genuinely gazing off, to pure rage. her eyes beaming with anger and her trembling bottom lip were obvious signs that she was not pleased. It was like some sort of flip was switched while she was gazing at me. just as i try to turn my head away from the furious girl, a shaking voice broke out in the middle of the completely silent class. it was levi's.