"why don't you wait for me?" you panted, staring at me with that beautiful eyes of yours.
i knew i shouldn't, but i scoffed- maybe my emotion was getting the best of me- and broke my gaze away from you.
i fiddled with my fingers- a habit of both mine and yours- thinking about what reply should i give you.
but i guess it was unnecessary, as my mouth had already blurted out, "why should i wait for you?"
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Dead Leaves ↬ Akaashi Keiji ✓
Random[short story; lowercase intended] ❝ it's breaking, i can see the thing called the end ❞ in which a friendship between two people were meant to be temporary.
