4 months before: valentine's day
The heart shaped banners were draped along the eggshell coloured corridor walls.
The thought of romance repulsed me as I strolled down the endless corridor between the lovers; I was a seraph weeping internally at the blossoming relationships around me, whilst I was banished out into the underworld.
Melancholy washed over in waves of discomfort, and I could feel my demons submerging me into a deep sadness.
I just wanted the one I loved.
As I opened my locker with a heavy hand, a neatly folded pink note slipped out from underneath my textbook for my next lesson.
My heart ignited in a fiery heat as I slowly unfolded the paper in my trembling hands; an eruption seeped our from my chest as I read the note repeatedly, until stars glazed over my vision.
meet me at 10 at stargazer hill
dont let me down
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