7.5 | I WANT YOU
( 7.5 ) s i m o n SNOW WAS PILING UP ON THE STREETS, and somehow my thoughts about Judith did too. It piled up even more every time I looked at him, as he talked to me while pacing around his room. I sat awkwardly on the corner of his bed, trying to keep my heart calm. It kept beating faster and faster as each second and minute passed. I'm definitely going to die, and the police are going to find that my heart'd jumped out of my chest. He finally took a seat next to me, exhaling. "So Simon, what're you doing for Christmas eve?" His eyes were looking into mine, a small smile peeked on his lips. Light from the window reflected perfectly into those emerald pools, he looked so pretty. I wanted to
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