English was much more complicated after that. Ash couldn't even focus enough to write the date and title.
The lesson went by too slow, much too slow for his liking. With her sat next to him he couldn't draw on his notepad like he usually did, it was far too private. Like a diary but with pictures instead of words. And those scars on her wrist were screaming far too much in his head.
He hadn't got that far yet. He wouldn't allow it, knowing that it wasn't the right way to solve things and that it was one step closer to suicide. Yay.
God he wanted to say so much, and do so much, but his silence was all he could offer. A silent promise that he would keep her secret. You didn't share things like that.
She didn't even note anything down in that lesson. Her page remained blank, just like her face. And her eyes were still, just like her mind that was probably somewhere far away in those moments.
Her smile didn't reach her eyes either when the teacher glanced over. She didn't aknowledge him. And soon he learned not to acknowledge her. And their silence became something more.
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Well this is what happens when u listen to twenty one pilots and write at the same time.
This chapter was so short sorry guys I accidently pressed publish instead of saving so yeahhhhh
U guys r back to being my flower babies okay?
<3 Pickle*