let me go.
silence.
tick. tock. tick. tock.
"what are you thinking of right now?" her red lips a thin line, playing around a smile and a frown, a feigned empathy glinting from her brown orbs in between clumped mascaras and three layers of eyeliner.
silence.
'how much i want to take a knife and stab myself multiple times.'
"i feel better now."
lies.
"it feels so good to talk openly about this."
lies.
"i'll come again."
shut up liar.
"okay good. i'll see you again next week?"
they never met again.
—combustingcolours
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