Longing: a yearning desire
"You...you make me feel things, and I hate it, no I- I hate you " she confessed in frustration.
"I love you too" he admitted with a bright smile.
-when given the chance to move on and start over she finds herself in a cir...
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The dawn in the early morning
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Y/p Song: on the level (Mac DeMarco )
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My foot collided with the concrete each time I took a step leading up to the large stairs, which led to a large door.
A slight breath escaped my mouth as I looked up. The school had this intimidating aura radiating off of it, making my nerves jump around my mind.
The more I pushed my legs forward, the heavier they got, picking them up felt like carrying a ton of weight.
I finally made it through the crowded doors, only to be bombarded by students running from every direction, spinning me everywhere like a pinball.
My feet crashed onto the thick ground, only to feel my knee get kicked from right underneath me. I clashed into someone getting pulled back upwards, knocking the air from my lungs as I took deep, heavy breaths, finally looking at the person who had caught me.
This situation was such a cliché...
And there it was. I was sucked in, caught in a blur, once my eyes met his dark brown ones. He had long hair draping over his shoulders, swaying in the light even if it was tied back. As he took a breath, he looked back at me, and all I could notice was his tiny piercing on his brow.
"you good?" He asked, his rough, husky breath blowing on my face as I got onto my feet, letting go to finally face him and the woman next to him.
She had short black hair that went just a little bit past her ear, pretty pink lips and deep, sunken eyes that you'd find yourself falling into just by looking at them.
"Yeah, sorry." I sighed, short of breath, as I looked over at them, taking in the situation that I had gotten myself into as I anxiously bit my bottom lip.
It was a horrible habit of mine that usually caused me to bleed, although I didn't mind the taste of pure iron.
