Handcuffed to Zander
I found myself staring at the plain white ceiling again. My thoughts overtaking me with worry, anger, and sadness.
Worry, for the thought of not being able to unlock the lock that chains me to the most, egoistical boy, I've ever met.
Anger, for the person who does have the key, and doesn't want to be found.
And sadness, for being all alone again once we do find the key, that would unlock me to loneliness.
"The only guy who deserves her, is the one who thinks he doesn't."
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