I rushed out the front door, chasing after the boy clad in red who was walking away in the distance.
"Tord!" I shouted, running as fast as my feet would carry me.
He stopped underneath a tall tree, a weeping willow, I do believe.
I ran at him, tackling the shorter boy to the grass.
"Tord, don't fucking leave me like that, you bitch," I shouted at him.
I looked up to me. His grey eyes sparkled in the morning light.
His fingertips brushed my cheek before he reached up and wrapped his arm around my neck, pulling my lips to his as our eyes fluttered closed.
My hands gripped onto his hair as his rested on my back.
We pulled apart soon, gasping for air.
"I think I love you, Thomas." He sighed,
Hahaha i dont want to finish this bullshit
