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I saw his face. He looked so comfortable in those clothes. I never thought I'd see his face. I wish it hurt more. I couldn't help but stare at him and when he caught me over and over I couldn't breathe.
I wanted him.
I felt like dying. Like opening up from wrist to elbow. I tried to lose myself in my work. I couldn't have pierced her. I couldn't quite move. I couldn't quite stop.
And now I can't remember his voice saying anything but wanting, anything but appologies.
I wish work would never end.
I wanted him.
I felt like dying. Like opening up from wrist to elbow. I tried to lose myself in my work. I couldn't have pierced her. I couldn't quite move. I couldn't quite stop.
And now I can't remember his voice saying anything but wanting, anything but appologies.
I wish work would never end.