Back at home, that moment replayed thousands of times in my head.
So many times that I can even still see it.
As if I'm there.
What if he noticed me?
Will he hate me if he did?
How will I face him at school?
Questions clouded my brain.
I didn't notice until I looked down, but I had just been drawing one continuous scribble on my sketchbook page.
I had ruined my book...
I will now have to see that disastrous page every time I scroll through the pages.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Pistanthrophobia
Romance(n.) fear of trusting others --- (Almost like a letter/diary) 'You helped me get over them, you saved me. Thank you,' When a horrible event occurred in the girl's life, everything changed. She couldn't even look her mother in the eye. That was all u...
