Loud Silence
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..the thoughts I should be thinking. Is he even home, does he want to see me, will he close the door? None of those obvious questions take place in my blurred mind. The only thing I can see, Is him. His eyes, his touch, and his stupid, beautiful smile.
My contemplations are interrupted when I find myself in front of his door. I know I should walk away. No matter how much pain I'm in, I know he couldn't care less.
knock..knock..
The slight movement brings pain shooting through me, and the only thing I can do is hold my stomach and wait. The door cracks open, and I'm not sure how much longer I can stay standing.
"I didn't know where else to go.."
Two high school students who, due to a traumatic event, forgot about their close childhood friendship find each other again. Will they be able to accept fate and learn how to love each other through the hardships?
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