A sour taste plunges into my mouth when I see you
Like I’m about to throw up and exert all of our secrets.
I glare at you with stones in my eyes
You look back, but I’m flustered
Pink-cheeked...
These past few months, I’ve been impatiently counting down the days I have left in this school. With each passing day, I grow more tired of the monotonous drone of classes;...