through a telescope on Flickr.
Maybe it was best to wait for a new opportunity and keep that party from ruining.
Eh, the party wasn’t so great anyway. “Can I kiss you?”
She sketches the well-known smile that says “sorry, but…”.
He sketches the tired smile from one who knows such reaction. “It’s fine, nevermind”.
Ten minutes later, she’s laughing with her friends and her memory won’t travel that long ago.
And he’s home with a pillow on top of his face, loudly breathing the shame away.