We lay on our beds facing each other
Millions of miles apart
“It hurts.” She says, a tear slipping down the bridge of her nose and trailing against the seams of her other eye before finally landing on her pillow.
thud
“I know.” I reply.
And I turn away from her.
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 4:24 AM UTC
We lay on our beds facing each other
Millions of miles apart
“It hurts.” She says, a tear slipping down the bridge of her nose and trailing against the seams of her other eye before finally landing on her pillow.
thud
“I know.” I reply.
And I turn away from her.
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