"hi andrea."
"hi."
"are you mad at me?"
"no," ignores his gaze.
"why would i be?"
keeps playing with the plastic wrapper that contains the sliced apples.
"no reason..."
"...are you going to eat those apples?"
"maybe."
"you can have a piece of my pizza."
"no."
"ok."
"bye nash." grabs the apples and throws them away, making her way out of the cafeteria and towards the library.
YOU ARE READING
Cuts.
Short Storyi drew a butterfly on my wrist, in hopes that this feeling would no longer persist, but things got bad and i started to cry, so the butterfly on my wrist had to die. once again i tried to set myself free, but it seems my thoughts have stolen the ke...
