When you held me close
I hesitated to move in my spot until I forced myself to even stand near the window. I dragged my legs which felt like anchors and poked my head out the window, only to see Hayes. He hadn't changed even when I saw him earlier today. His hair was more messy and ruffled and his face was still pale from crying. I don't see why he was crying. Since when was he even close with my father? "What do you want?" I slurred "Come out." "Why?" "I want to talk. Just please." "Are you kidding? It's f*****g late and it's freezing!" "Then I'll come up there then." Hayes said before he stomped towards the front door. There was no way I was going to open the door and I assumed my sister wouldn't either. I shut my window and laid on my bed in silence before I heard footsteps crawling up the stairs. The n
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