aidan
he should be working on his essay. or at least finding sources. or working on any homework at all.
instead, he plops himself down onto a hard wooden chair in the school library and logs into a computer.
google: what /
the cursor blinks at him menacingly, and he can't think of what to type in.
what does it mean when you love the idea of your girlfriend?
what does it mean when you don't love it when she touches you?
what does it mean when you don't know who you are and sound like a six-year-old child who can't find his mother in the grocery store?