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“Such crap,” Owentoward the couch where his sweatshirt is flung over the back “I’m outta here”

I set the vase down on the kitchen counter,when I realize I’ve not only just got into a huge fight with ht

Who’s the one with the problem, hmm?

“Owen, look I’ for me to further explain myself “I just hate to see you make a bunch of stupid oing to do what I do no matter what, Fabes I wish you could see that” He turns to face amuffin in his faded black sweatshirt streaked with bleach stains Who the hell does his laundry? Oh, that’s right, he does “I’rades I only skip class soood friends So I set about my troubles for a while Is that so bad?”

Yes, I want to shout at hiiveor drinking or fooling around with girls I want you to be eight years old forever

“Maybe we can talk later?” I suggest “I should be here when you get home from school”

“What else is there to talk about? You’ve alreadywithout Mom, you hate that I smoke and you think I’m a fk-up Whatever” He leaves the apart the door behind hi open

Holy Crap I’ve stepped in it all over the place Why am I so confrontational lately? What the hell is my problem?

Regret settles over o and screw up that conversation Clearly I’hts with my favorite people Not the ser over one of the soft flower petals It’s a bright, sunny yellow, such the complete opposite of my morose mood

Look at me A man leaves me flowers onand he’s the one ht ht of a s the bloo fingers

Fable is…

Faithful

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Exquisite

I’ escapesto slowly tear ether His words kill me Slay me dead

And they fill me with so much hope I don’t kno I could’ve ever doubted hiy I lay awake in bedure out exactly where everything rong but since I’ave up pretending to sleep and climbed out of bed, threw on some clothes and went to a local superht it without thinking twice Yeah, ot her some roses since they’re twice as expensive and supposedly are more romantic, but they didn’t seem Fable’s style

The note ht No way could I use the word “marshmallow” She would’ve killed ain The one time she did, I almost blew it and didn’t show up

But if she ever did use our code word again, I’d love to see that moment of sweet surprise wash over her when I come to rescue her so fast, her head spins

Instead, I write her a little poeh this one is siot back hoover feeling, the sun’s light deathly bright in my room Feels like the day is already half over and when I check my phone, I see that it ales from a certain someone

Drew is…