boobs not boys

8

4 months before: valentine's day

The heart shaped banners were draped along the eggshell coloured corridor walls.

The thought of romance repulsed me as I strolled down the endless corridor between the lovers; I was a seraph weeping internally at the blossoming relationships around me, whilst I was banished out into the underworld.

Melancholy washed over in waves of discomfort, and I could feel my demons submerging me into a deep sadness.

I just wanted the one I loved.

As I opened my locker with a heavy hand, a neatly folded pink note slipped out from underneath my textbook for my next lesson.

My heart ignited in a fiery heat as I slowly unfolded the paper in my trembling hands; an eruption seeped our from my chest as I read the note repeatedly, until stars glazed over my vision. 

meet me at 10 at stargazer hill

dont let me down