imperfection
a hand clasps over mine and holds it tightly
i wish i could see mason's face through the thick fog that covers the room
i hear a click and i see a flame
i hear mason inhale, then exhale
another puff of smoke crosses over my face; i have gotten used to the smell of nicotine
he leans over, closer to me, and brings the end of the cancer stick to my lips
i inhale.
perfection
i don't see her anymore
she is no longer present in my classes
i miss the appearance of the sad sad blue eyes with the short short black hair
"stop worrying about her," aaron tells me and i clench my jaw. "after all, weren't you the one who treated her like shit?"
she must be with mason she must be having fun she must be learning new things she must be having fun not coming to school
"are you going to phoebe's party tonight?" aaron asks
i shouldn't worry.
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imperfection & perfection
Short Storyhe's perfect; he's the golden boy of high school who gets all the girls. she's imperfect; she's the mess with excruciatingly short hair who is often seen hiding in the shadows. this is their story. [lower-case intended.]
