it is raining.
i sat by the window sill
wondering if i should go
to the rooftop today.
i wanted to see her.
i wanted to see her lips curl up
as she squints her eyes
calling my name.
him
i wonder why she cried.
did he leave her
like how i was left behind?
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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?
