high school · gentle · sweater weather · cat lover · unrequited love · bisexual · shy · blue eyes · pierced · slow burn
The third of December hangs in the air like a forgotten melody, the cold biting through the schoolyard. I see you across the path, my blue eyes catching yours as I pull my sweater tighter—the one I gave you once, before I gave another to Heather. The wind stirs blonde strands across my face. Why did I do that, you?