peureux

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:'(

he opened the door, holding the salmon colored sweater he tried on, that's what I like to call it, but he prefers the word 'pastel pink' i wanted to see how it looked on him, but he chose to keep it for his eyes only. i saw a chair inside the dressing room, i sat and my feet yelled thank you. he looked at me, maybe weird-ed out, wondering what was i doing. we should be going, but this girl right here says nope, i stayed there, feeling shit. i don't know, i felt tired. he looked at me, asking me what was i doing. i mumbled. 'i want to sleep in here' he didn't understand what i said. then again, i mumbled. he stared at me. silence. and as i close my eyes , i saw him come forward.