evangeline
He looked at me in class. Straight in the eye. I'm surprised he couldn't hear my heart hitting the floor as he looked away because I sure felt it.
Math class has become some kind of safe haven for me. Anywhere else, the pain becomes too much to bear and it's just pain pain pain and my vision goes dark and I don't know how to climb out of the hole I dug myself into and I'm worried and I'm scared and I don't know who I am and it's
just
too
much.
But looking at Teton, my heart flies out of my chest, taking the stress with it.
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teton
Her eyes make my soul shatter. We latched onto each other instead of looking at the teacher because we just clicked. I can't explain it. I can't understand it. I just want.
I wonder what secrets she's hiding behind those eyes.
I want her to need me. I want someone to need me for once. I want to be free of the ongoing chorus in my head of I'm not useful I'm not useful I'm not useful. I could be needed. I could help.
I want to help.
BINABASA MO ANG
BESTED
Short Storypeople change. sometimes. other times, they're just as horrible as they used to be but you just forgot.
