I run after you despite what you ask of me.
You are walking out of the school building and onto the grounds.
I hurry to you and grab your hand in desperation.
Your hand is shaking under my grip.
I realize just how angry you are when I look at your eyes.
You slap my hand before running away.
I lose my balance due to the sudden action and fall down backwards, scratching the side of my arm.
It doesn't matter to me. What matters to me is that you're walking away from me.