Thursday, November 9, 2017 (Part Five)

Alone. In my room. The night after. Replaying every second of our time together. 


I watch my phone. I know it's too soon to expect a call from him. I count the minutes since I left his place. 


My parents are not home. I'm in my room waiting. Waiting for the weekend to end. 

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