four fingers, one thumb ➳ z.m. short story
in which a girl and a boy both feel like the puzzle piece that doesn't belong.
"but they're all so—they're great, you know? girls all love them and i'm just me. i'm the thumb."
"but a hand doesn't function without a thumb, z, remember that."
or in other words, a collection of conversations between two lifelong best friends at half-three in the morning.
(based off the song "half a heart")
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- january 27th: fanfiction #378, poetry #85