him ☼ f. wolfhard

ix

n i n e

that period ended too quickly.
i packed my stuff quietly.

i felt a tap on my shoulder, i looked up
my eyes meeting his pair of warm
brown one's.

"bye." he smiled, but something was off,
his smile didn't feel real.

"bye." i waved, throwing a strap of my bag on my shoulder.

but before i could go, he grabbed my
wrists.

"don't be a stranger." he said, so faintly
almost like a whisper, before
leaving.