1.06

Hoodie

I glanced into the mirror, after walking away from no-man's land.

I had nobody to talk to, only the girl in the mirror looked back at me.

She looked tired, she looked alone, the exact way that I felt.

In the hell that is her high school, the ugly duckling that never morphed into a swan had his arm slung over her shoulder.

She continued to smile, the smile that made my heart race.

She continued to laugh, her laugh was like a sweet symphony that I would pay millions to hear.

She continued to exist, but not with me.

It's been weeks, but those weeks have felt like months.

My hoodie has hidden it all.

It can hide a few more angry red lines.