i had been purposefully pushed against a wall by a freshman, and the staples holding my incision together dug into my nerves and made me almost collapse in pain. monica and kat helped me to class nice and slow and we got there late.
you scolded me, told me my previous class wasn't far away and i had no excuse to be tardy. you yelled at me despite seeing the tears rolling down my face. it wasn't until a girl who i sadly can't remember interrupted you and said i was in obvious pain and you were being an ass.
you apologised countless times. during and after class.
you held me back and we talked. i told you about the surgery, the times i called and you ignored me, the emotional and physical pain.
all you did was kiss me quiet.
i think you were aware of my ridiculous dependence.
