Prologue

So there I sit with no one else around

Thinking of this guy who only think of me whenever I’m the only one around.

Never his priority,

Never his only one.

 

And there he laughs and everyone’s looking

With a cigarette on one hand and some girl’s hip on the other

Telling a random story of how he did this and that

A moment later, he disappears, another hip on his hand.

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"You knew", he says.

"Yeah. From the start or even before it started, I knew", I whispered.

Right then he walked away like nothing happened.

Author's Note

What do you guys think of this one?