[occured while she was staring out of the window and the sun wasn't half as bright anymore]
she could survive without him, okay? she so totally could.
it wasn't like he was the smoke he blew from his cigarette,
and she could function without him.
okay?
at least that's what she told herself because it was easier that way.
it's just when things got
loudloudloud
or when life became
workandschoolandwork (and where's sleep?)
she just wished she could crawl between the dips in his sheets, pull it over her head like she used to when they were
fourfivesix;
the blankets that smelled like comic books and lemon-scented detergent.
but now she's just missing half her sky (half her sun because he is the sun) and the blue doesn't look as blue anymore
and it's only kind of there
but not quite.
(and that's the part she misses, really.)
-
so what is this classified as????
anyway yeah there's that.
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four fingers, one thumb ➳ z.m. short story
Fanfictionin which a girl and a boy both feel like the puzzle piece that doesn't belong. "but they're all so-they're great, you know? girls all love them and i'm just me. i'm the thumb." "but a hand doesn't function without a thumb, z, remember that."...
