7.2 | I MISS YOU
( 7.2 ) u n k n o w n WHO WOULD'VE THOUGHT THE WINTER SEASON WOULD GET ANY COLDER THAN THIS. Neither of the two boys were courageous enough to talk to each other, whether it was at school or through a text message. It seemed like their so-called friendship was drifting further and further away, the only thing holding it back from disappearing was a thin strand of lies and false hopes the both of them relied on. It wasn't healthy. Not one bit. Judith missed the feeling of Simon's hands holding his; the feeling of the ginger haired boy lying next to him in an amidst of what it seems to be nothing. And yet, that nothingness that existed became into something much more spectacular. With those warm hands hold
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