many students were going home today. i wore my hoodie and mask. i was waiting for you to come out but i can't see even a shadow of you. i was about to enter the school premises but i forgot to bring my id so they didn't let me in.
i badly want to explain things to you. i want us to go back to where we started to be.
i sat on the waiting shed beside the school. and the raindrops started pouring down. nice, looks like the weather is with me.
it was seven in the evening when i chose to go hone and it is still raining hard. of course i expected for you to be here and share your umbrella with me but that didn't happened.
i went home like a wet missing chick. is this okay now? am i paid for all my debts? of course not.
goodbye, hunter.
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Goodbye, Hunter
Short Story❝ you're the reason why there are silhouette dreams and unstitched seams. you're every sonnet i make and the pills i take. you are the one that i love and the one i wish i could have ❞
