My Cold Magazine Prince
The train arrived with a screech of metal on metal, and subconsciously I boarded and found a seat and gazed out the window as if somehow, the tunnel walls rushing by was the only thing that could grant my wish.
"I wish you could see me," I whispered the deep words, picturing his face as I spoke. "Like really see me. I wish you could love me just the way I love you."
Closing my eyes, I began to feel the weight of the unshed tears behind my eyelids.
But just before I brushed them off I murmured again.
"Just once, I want to know what it would be like if you truly loved me back."
With a final sigh, I wiped the tears fighting to breakfree.
Little did I know, some wishes come at
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