
by yukki
I can read anyone. I watch the tiny movements, the fake smiles, and the false postures of the people around me. It's the only useful thing I learned from a childhood of being neglected, hurt, and left alone. Frankly, I don't think I'm worth saving anyway. Then someone annoying came along. Lotus. She is a quiet girl in my chemistry class, and for the first time in my life,i had to open my eyes . I couldn't read her. She looks at me like she actually cares, hands me a cigarette when I'm losing it, and worst of all, she makes me feel like me. I keep trying to push her away, but she keeps reaching through the cracks in my facade. I tell myself I don't have a heart, but she won't stop trying to prove me wrong. What to expect: A very raw, emotional psychological drama about a broken teenager struggling to face his past and accept that he might actually deserve to be happy.
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