Uncomfortable Conversations
I sat in class, there was a paper due in a few weeks but I couldn’t help my mind thinking of everything that had happened. I attempted to focus but my thoughts would drift occasionally to see Santos’s cold gaze in my mind. I wasn’t kidding myself I knew what life was like, I knew what our world was like however I had not been caught up in it before, I hadn’t been a fine hair from the action. It had always been at arm's length from my life but seeing Santos come home his shirt bloodied it brings in the reality sometimes. By the time I regained focus once again class had seemed to end, people were already packing away their belongings and standing from their wooden desk and I was quick to follow suit. Stuffing my things away in my bag I didn’t even hear Dario approaching “Rin” he called stan
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