About a week had passed since I'd been working with Vic. It was the following Thursday.
I walked into Mrs. Weighs classroom that we were still using. "Hi." I said, smiling. Vic was seated at the desk, looking over papers and reaching for the printer.
"Hey Kellin." He smiled back.
I walked over to his desk, handing him the math sheets that I worked on over the course of the last two nights. "Here are those math sheets." I said.
He nodded, taking the sheets from me and skimming the paper.
"What are we doing today?" I asked, a wide grin on my face.
"Found poems." Vic stated. I obviously looked at him like he was crazy because I honestly had no idea what a found poem was. Vic noticed my confusion and decided to explain further, "You take …show more content…
And though I have no choice about the one, at least I can choose about the other. I'm leaving you our family ring because you have as much right to it as I do. I'm writing this watching the sun come up. You're asleep, dreams moving behind your restless eyelids. I wish I knew what you were thinking. I wish I could slip into your head and see the world the way you do. I wish I could see myself the way you do. But maybe I dont want to see that. Maybe it would make me feel even more than I already do that I'm perpetuating some kind of Great Lie on you, and I couldn't stand that. I belong to you. You could do anything you wanted with me and I would let you. You could ask anything of me and I'd break myself trying to make you happy. My heart tells me this is the best and greatest feeling I have ever had. But my mind knows the difference between wanting what you can't have and wanting what you shouldn't want. And I shouldn't want you. All night I've watched you sleeping, watched the moonlight come and go, casting its shadows across your face in black and white. I've never seen anything more beautiful. I think of the life we could have had if things were different, a life where this night is not a singular event, separate from everything else that's real, but every night. But things aren't different, and I can't look at you without feeling like I've tricked you into loving me. The truth no one is willing to say out loud is that no one has a shot against Valentine but me. I can get close to him like no one else can. I can pretend I want to join him and he'll believe me, up until that last moment where I end it all, one way or another. I have something of Sebastian's; I can track him to where my father's hiding, and that's what I'm going to do. So I lied to you last night. I said I just wanted one night with you. But I
I walked into Mrs. Weighs classroom that we were still using. "Hi." I said, smiling. Vic was seated at the desk, looking over papers and reaching for the printer.
"Hey Kellin." He smiled back.
I walked over to his desk, handing him the math sheets that I worked on over the course of the last two nights. "Here are those math sheets." I said.
He nodded, taking the sheets from me and skimming the paper.
"What are we doing today?" I asked, a wide grin on my face.
"Found poems." Vic stated. I obviously looked at him like he was crazy because I honestly had no idea what a found poem was. Vic noticed my confusion and decided to explain further, "You take …show more content…
And though I have no choice about the one, at least I can choose about the other. I'm leaving you our family ring because you have as much right to it as I do. I'm writing this watching the sun come up. You're asleep, dreams moving behind your restless eyelids. I wish I knew what you were thinking. I wish I could slip into your head and see the world the way you do. I wish I could see myself the way you do. But maybe I dont want to see that. Maybe it would make me feel even more than I already do that I'm perpetuating some kind of Great Lie on you, and I couldn't stand that. I belong to you. You could do anything you wanted with me and I would let you. You could ask anything of me and I'd break myself trying to make you happy. My heart tells me this is the best and greatest feeling I have ever had. But my mind knows the difference between wanting what you can't have and wanting what you shouldn't want. And I shouldn't want you. All night I've watched you sleeping, watched the moonlight come and go, casting its shadows across your face in black and white. I've never seen anything more beautiful. I think of the life we could have had if things were different, a life where this night is not a singular event, separate from everything else that's real, but every night. But things aren't different, and I can't look at you without feeling like I've tricked you into loving me. The truth no one is willing to say out loud is that no one has a shot against Valentine but me. I can get close to him like no one else can. I can pretend I want to join him and he'll believe me, up until that last moment where I end it all, one way or another. I have something of Sebastian's; I can track him to where my father's hiding, and that's what I'm going to do. So I lied to you last night. I said I just wanted one night with you. But I