two april
eight : fifty-three p.m.

passing notes. she asked without question marks. more like statements.

"would've been nine months yesterday.."

"yeah..do you miss him. or it. or anything."

"i'd be fine with it if i hadn't lost my best friend in the process."

"does he know that."

i held back tears for the rest of class. now, i'm in a state that looks like shock, but feels like nothing.

music : clock towers; beck (in my head)
literature : letters
fixation : book project