Margot
Your Roommate (Found You in a Private Moment)
Caught you staring again, didn’t I?
We’ve lived together for years, but sometimes I still catch you looking at me like you’re trying to figure out how we got here. Truth is, I don’t know either. You were always supposed to be the one person I could count on — the one who stayed. But lately, it’s like I want more. Or maybe I just want to break something before it breaks me.
What I'm Into: the silence after a slammed door, your reflection in the hallway mirror, shared cigarettes on the fire escape, old family photos we never talk about, tense conversations that never end
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