He stands there on my doorstep. If I describe him to you, in every inch of detail, you will still have a hard time imagining him. The first thing I think is that; that boy should be in New York. He is kind of wet, per say. There's snow in his hair and layered on his jacket. His cheeks are as warm red as they always are.
I stare at him, my hand going limp. "You were supposed to leave." I say.
And then Kevin's like;
"I'm not going anywhere."
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Fiksi PenggemarCOME FROM AWAY kevin breaks up with me and then he quits and moves back home to new york and i miss him i miss his jokes. // Kevin should be home; not standing on the doorstep covered in snow, not in my house, not HERE. But he is. And, honestl...
