Winston
You didn't want to leave your hammock as you wrapped your arms a round yourself. The soft air was empty except from your quiet muffles which escaped your mouth due to your tears.
"What's up?" A voice asks,you throw yourself up quickly as your heart begins to thump. Did he hear you? You look up to see Winston. The keeper of the slaughter house.
"You okay?' He asks as he walks closer to you.
"Bloody grand," you lie, but he knows it's obvious "leave me alone please Winston,"
"Alby wanted me to come get you," he says "Well.. He was gonna but I volunteered,"
"And whys that?" You demand.
"I.. I.. You," he stutters,not able to get his words together.
"Do you like me?" You ask,sort of springing up from your bed.
"Yeah," he admits "Isn't it obvious,"
"Not really," you say "I always thought you hated me Winston-You ignored me half the shucking time!"
"That's what I do," he says,taking your hands "I was in love! I've never felt that before,"
"Neither have I," you say as your lips come closer "Not until now,"
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Yes I know it's not the best-I'm just upset,my Instagram has deleted some of my important pictures and now there's no way I can get them back😓 Really need to cheer myself up,I'll just watch Maze Runner videos.
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