Screeching of a paper white chalk against the black board were faded out. 

I stared at you for a solid thirteen minutes. Assessing  your coffee colored hair and ivory skin.

You stared back with your eyes painted a forest green. They held hatred and annoyance.  Seeming as our relationship was slowly cracking with every encounter.

Cracking like the glass on a window. One scratch leads to a shattered pane. The window pane acting as our mask hiding the things you do to me.

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