He was the forbidden fruit and she was a sinner.
Standing in the back of the room watching. Watching every little move he made. Counting the steps between her skin to his.
How she longed for him to look back at her. But in reality she knew if he drew his gaze to her she'd have no choice but to drop hers to the floor. Protecting the secret that she clung to for as long as she'd known him.
Would he ever know? Know that he was her home.
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A book I'll never, ever write
RandomA book of excerpts, of ideas and stories, Of feelings and thoughts. Of things I'll never enhance, Of things that don't need to be completed To make sense, to evoke feeling. A book of things that every single Person has felt At one point or anoth...
