It’s good to have Lizzy at my side again. She’s been coming to more and more classes in the last week and it’s getting to the end of the semester. Our drawing project is coming along nicely and just spending time with her has done me so much good. I didn’t even realize it until she looked up from her part of the project a couple of days ago, and my heart skipped a beat at her smile. She’s been happy, and I guess it has infected me too.
It’s getting harder and harder to resist touching her, holding her. But we’re just friends, and friends don’t feel each other up, as far as I know.
justI’m taking a break from working to hang out at the back of the workshop building, smoking and staring into nothing.
“H?” Lola walks out of the workshop.
“Yeah.” Just like it’s weird to hear Lizzy call me
