we didn't talk the way
normal people talked.
our words were emotionless,
like the words on a white sheet of paper.
someone had to read it
in order to add emotions,
and there was no one
but the two of us,
both of our lives meaningless.
"why were you gonna jump off?"
"why were you gonna do the same thing?"
"no one would have noticed anyways."
she never answered my question.
it was like i answered it for her.
did i?
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rooftop {p.jm}
Short Storyif I hadn't wrapped my arms around your waist and pulled you back that night would we even be friends?
