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"Yeah, right You totally do it, like, every night" Luke’s girlfriend, Violet, strolls out of the bedroo her red and black hair into a ponytail "Don’t think I don’t see you"
"You’re giving away all of my secrets" I wink at her
She rolls her eyes as she drops down on Luke’s lap, and his arms instantly wrap around her "That’s totally not true You have soto talk anymore about me and my secrets, I relax in the sofa and reach for the re Pu out The , but when the roorab my notebook and iPod from the coffee table and sneak outside to s lost et out what I need to say, even if it’s only to a piece of paper
The outside air has a little nip to it I zip up my jacket and settle down into my private spot in the apart sunlight nestled between the bushes and below a ros I get situated as I pop ht up a cigarette, recline against the wall, and tipto catch a gliirl who threw a flurry of torn papers down onto be taped together and read
I hadn’t meant to take them, but then I picked one up and read as on it--perfection doesn’t exist I suddenly found ible pieces:
But then there was my brother
My brother, he was different
He was the cloud that cast shadows
and darkness over our hoht
he danced with the devil
That under the stars and moon
he stripped himself bare
for the whole world to behold
They said he was a rebel
Trouble
Broken
He diluted our perfection
I swear to God, it was as if theabout me Who the hell was she? And how could she write such relatable words?
I’d been ed to run into her on the stairway And, holy shit, did I run into her
E to the point where ination instantly conjured up hot, sweaty sex scenes starring her andthe papers back But before I could give them to her, she took off, probably because et E her Not in a creeper sort of way or anything; I’ve just made an effort to study her frorass and writes in a notebook
She looks lost in her writing as she guides the pen across the paper, so into her thoughts There was one day when a guy nearly ran over her while playing catch, and she didn’t so lance up, coes
I also discovered she likes to run Everyoff across the parking lot Some days, she pauses near the carport for a few moments and just stares out in the distance, as if she’s drifted into a daydrea about when she does it Who she’s thinking of Herself or another? Perhaps a boyfriend?
Okay,at herfor a while, I finally give up and press the pen to the paper as nicotine drenches my blood Some days, I write about my double life So about my past before I lost my voice
I’ve alondered what it would be like
to walk out of the shadows
and into the sunlight
I’ve always been one of those people
the clouds hover over
and shoith storms
It started when I was born
My mother had no idea how to hold me
Feed me