As we walk home, I keep my shoulders brushing against his.
He can't flinch if I'm always touching him.
He doesn't push me away.
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For Those Who Keep Falling
Teen Fictiontold in vignettes & poems for you the weirdo, the underestimated, the overworked and the tired. i hope this little book makes you smile and laugh and cry and scream and i hope sometimes you throw it on the floor just to pick it up dust it off and...
Chapter 11
As we walk home, I keep my shoulders brushing against his.
He can't flinch if I'm always touching him.
He doesn't push me away.
