my hand is in yours, you hear? please, just hold it.

everything was complicated with you and chris. you didn't hate each other, no. but he talked with you like he did. he was always jealous, protective, at the same time he was cold and rude. besides, he’d never be called a ‘good guy’.

it was almost 10 at night outside, classes were over, all the students were outside. you just walked out, when you saw chris’s group smoking at the corner outside. he looked at you, looking terribly tired.