"That is part of the beauty of literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong." - F. Scott Fitzgerald
miércoles, 20 de mayo de 2015
She walked bravely to his class. Those five minutes seemed eternal. She took the stairs. Her hands where sweaty and trembling. Her heart racing. The adrenaline rushing through her veins. One step, two steps, one step. Reaching for the doorknob. Turning the handle and opening the door. Blankly staring. Heart crashing. Two people inside. One kiss. She retreats two steps, one step, two steps. Legs running. Tears falling. Heartbroken. Broken little girl.
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