loathing of 11

by childish acts

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Smiles crosses our faces as we lay our heads against the couch. His brown eyes staring into mine. We don’t dare look away. Then the hour chimes and its time to go. Oh, how I long for the world to stand still. Just long enough to stay content, though I know I can never be. Each time it gets harder and harder to leave. Please know that my frail attempts to escape from you is just a game, how could I ever want to leave. I have such happiness just being with you. And I hate when I have to get in your car, cause then I know our time is short. Just let me enjoy it while I can.

I hate the hour 11.

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  1. loathing of 11

    flute faerie's Buddy Icon flute faerie

    Posted 5 months ago

    This is a sweet story.

  2. loathing of 11

    THX 0477's Buddy Icon THX 0477

    Posted 4 months ago

    Ah, curfew. Always a cursed hour. I remember it well…and breaking it often enough.
    LoA

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