I've decided to say 'hello' once more.
I want what I had before,
just that comfort.
So, hello old friend.
This is so sad.
I'm talking to No One, no offence. I bet you're a great person, just, not in my life at the moment.
That boy with the blue eyes, I saw him at school today. Turns out it was Soren McKinin, the boxer kid.
He was waiting in line for food, headphones in and eyes closed. Only moving after a girl plucked up the courage to tap him on the shoulder and tell him the line was moving.
I had watched him from afar, my arm snaked around the neck of the boy of last night. I watched silently, taking in the way he walked and the way he nodded softly a 'thanks' to the cafeteria lady.
He sat alone.
I couldn't help but catch glances at him. A small part of me wondering — wishing, he'd look up and see me.
He was black spot, a body without sound. There was so song to listen to when you heard his voice, no emotion within his eyes.
He didn't care who I was — what I was.
That was comforting.
Sincerely,
Your greatest nightmare (not really haha.)
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