Mom's eyes blazed. "Are you sleeping with her?" Oh, god. Did we have to do this here? Now? "Well, actually," I smirked, "we don't get a lot of sleep.
His eyes are like a telescope. I look into them and I'm transported across the universe to a world I've never been.
I close my eyes and black out the day. The exhaustion of living through it, surviving.
Our eyes met across the crowded room, like in the movies, except we didn't share a knowing smile and race into each other's arms. Instead I fell into the trash can.
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