He figured things were going pretty well.
In the cold.
He'd picked her up at six.
With no jacket.
And it was midnight.
On a very cold and cliché December night.
On a very cold and cliché walk through the mall.
She looked great--on the surface.
She was invisible--stealth came naturally to her.
He had no idea what was beneath her cold hand.
The only thing she ever wanted from him was his coat. His hand wasn't part of the plan.
Was it dorky to giver her his coat?
But he couldn't feel her.
Probably. But he could never be sure what she thought of it.
He didn't know she was there.
She had been quiet the whole time.
No one had seen her except the girl in the Apple store because they made the the kind of eye contact that isn't just between eyes.
Every shadow of every stranger seemed to fall on her.
Christmas lights weren't bright enough to illuminate the real her. No light was.
The cold had numbed his hand.
She was numb.
And he couldn't find her.
And the world was numb.
So he
So she
LET GO.
And it was the one thing they ever agreed to do.
-O.S.
this made me feel so much. i mean that in the best way possible. i think everyone should read this and maybe its because its the middle of finals week or im about to take another test and i know im going to fail or whatever, but im sitting in the RB trying not to fall apart. so thank you.
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