~Harper~I’m still riding the high from blurting out that I like him like actually like him when everything goes sideways two days later.It starts normally. Well, normal for us. I wake up to Elias sliding back into bed after his run, all sweaty and annoying and pressing cold hands to my stomach just to make me yell. I shove him off, call him a disgusting caveman, and he laughs and kisses my neck until I stop pretending to fight it. I spend the morning in the darkroom, blasting music through the little speaker he bought me, developing a roll of film I shot from the rooftop the night of our date. The prints come out perfect, string lights blurry in the background, his handsome profile sharp in the foreground while he’s looking at me like I hung the moon. I pin them up and stare way too long, feeling like a complete sap.Around noon Sofia knocks again. This time she’s got a tray with lunch, sandwich, chips, pickle and another tiny paper bag tucked under the plate. More pills. My stomac
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