We were seven, young and ignorant not a care in the world.
We kissed behind the slide, and you tasted like cherry jolly ranchers.
The teacher almost caught us, but we ran. I loved the way your hair looked when the wind was in control. Tugging away at each delicate strand.
I still remember how sweaty your hands were when you grabbed mine.
But don't worry, mine were too.
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Gray(BWWM)
Short Story"In that moment I think we were gray." A short story about a girl's memories No part of this book should be reproduced, or used without my permission. this came from MY imagination, so it is my book. Cover:@contaminant
