author's note: let's call this dipping my toes again in the writing waters; real life sucks.
just another joy division song
blaine is not looking at you.
you make a joke, pushing for any kind of reaction; a reluctant smile, a laugh, an eye roll. but you get nothing.
blaine is not looking at you.
the reality of the situation drying your throat.
(there's still a taste of shame pasted at the roof of your mouth.)
blaine is not looking at you.
fuck it. whatever.
and you steel yourself - you're over him, remember?
blaine is not looking at you.
and when he does you wish he didn't.
you get it. you fucking get it.
finality settles inside of you.
.
{ the end }
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