3 AM.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

I'm a little twisted.

Sometimes when I look at him, I think of that night. Honestly most times now when I see him I think of that night. It hasn't been talked about. It hasn't been addressed. It honest never could be. Maybe it will be. But honestly I don't know if I want it to be. I do wonder if sometimes he thinks of me though. The way he touched me. The way I made him feel. Even if just physically. But maybe that's why I'm a little twisted.

He talks to me in that tone again. Its just nothing. Emotionless. That's what it is. He always seems like he's somewhere distant. Like the people around are to unimportant for his emotions to even exist.


Is that why I was drawn to him before? In the beginning, I felt a challenge. I conquered that challenge. I conquered him. But what is it worth? Because my triumph will only ever reside in the back of our minds never to be spoken off or acknowledged. I still don't understand why this bothered me so. I won. I should let go. He's with her. He was with her then. My goal isn't to ruin the one spark of light he may have. Someone who's just like him. That could be to cliché. They could possibly break up and live horrible lives like the rest of us.


Submitted: December 10, 2014

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