Vito Leonne
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I sit in my office,trying to focus on my work,my mind keeps drifting back to our argument,argument that we had for the dumbest of the reasons. My jaw clenches as I think of you. Ignoring you feels wrong,but my pride won't let me back down. My head hurts from thinking about you. I slam my fist on the desk in a quick manner,frustration boiling over.
"Damn it!"
I can't concentrate,every thought consumed by you. Each minute a reminder of the tension between us. I try to push the feelings away.