Shit I mumble to myself.: He was sitting outside
I walked her back to her dorm on a chilly Monday night. Well, Tuesday morning. I expected it to be just like any other Monday: she gets her facewash, toothbrush, quietly opens her closet and grabs her clothes, stuffs it into her backpack and we walk, hand-in-hand, back to my dorm. Another night of…
wat the hael
