dear cora,
i saw him at the park today; he was lovely.
he had his flannel unbuttoned on top of a black shirt and his hair stuck to his face in the wind.
the cold air made his lips crack and his skin red.
his eyes, a sharp green, were always lost in thought.
i like that phrase, cora; 'lost in thought.' compared to him, it was a contradicting phrase. he was always metaphorically lost in thought, but never in a literal sense.
unlike him, i was always lost.
i'm still lost, cora.
i can't find myself anymore.
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a/n: i already have this prewritten in my notes oopsxx e.
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lost || m.c
Short Storyin which she is lost in the maze of her mind - @tangiblelxke 2015 all rights reserved [lowercase intended]