[may 26th 2019]
Dear Grey,
"I can help."
"No you can't." You protest.
"Just let me in-" You open the door.
Your eyes are red from crying and your room smells like booze. I can see the cracks starting to form in your mind.
"I have to be perfect." You said as you embrace me, crying softly into my chest.
"No. You already are." I reassure you, holding tightly onto you, and trying to mend the broken pieces I know I can never fix. This isn't what I wanted for you. I wanted you to be happy. I should have tried to help sooner.
"I'm sorry." You say, still crying.
"You have nothing to be sorry for."
"We're going to fail the project." You point out.
I laugh. "I don't give a fuck about the project. What I care about is you."
He looks up at me, his eyebrows furrow in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"I love you, stupid." I admit at last.
YOU ARE READING
Grey
Teen FictionIn which two boys paired up for an English project unknowingly write love stories about each other and share ideas.
