the lights where all off in her room as she tossed and turned.
jasmine's mind was filled with thoughts of corbyn as she tried to sleep. one of the strings on the hoodie in her mouth as she quietly chewed on it.
the zipper was still broken, no way to fix it. cigarette burns on the arm of the sleeve from when one of her drunk friends put out a cigarette on her.
her lips trembled as she thought of the days events. seeing corbyn kissing another girl. it broke her, more then she already was.
the hoodie wasn't making anything worse as she turned to her right side again.
