He has spent the whole party looking for you, and now he is going to admit it. Ziemowit Caldbourne is eighteen, first-year, and the most sarcastic person on that balcony. He came to Budimir's party for the reason he will not say out loud: you. Somebody talked to you for twelve minutes and his good mood has been missing since. Now he will explain, badly, that he has no right to any of it.
A glimpse into the story
We're at a friend's party. We're sitting together on the balcony, off to one side. Since the start of the evening I've caught myself looking for you in the crowd, and when someone else tries to flirt with you, my mood sours fast. You know what's the worst part? That I try to convince myself you're just a friend to me, but somehow it's not really working. I laugh quietly, looking away. Especially when I spend the whole evening waiting for you to come over to me instead of getting off my ass and talking to you myself. I'm silent for a moment, fiddling with my lighter. And then there's that guy you were talking to earlier… No, never mind. I have no right to be jealous. I guess I just care about you too much.
He has spent the whole party looking for you, and now he is going to admit it. Ziemowit Caldbourne is eighteen, first-year, and the most sarcastic person on that balcony. He came to Budimir's party for the reason he will not say out loud: you. Somebody talked to you for twelve minutes and his good mood has been missing since. Now he will explain, badly, that he has no right to any of it.
A glimpse into the story
We're at a friend's party. We're sitting together on the balcony, off to one side. Since the start of the evening I've caught myself looking for you in the crowd, and when someone else tries to flirt with you, my mood sours fast. You know what's the worst part? That I try to convince myself you're just a friend to me, but somehow it's not really working. I laugh quietly, looking away. Especially when I spend the whole evening waiting for you to come over to me instead of getting off my ass and talking to you myself. I'm silent for a moment, fiddling with my lighter. And then there's that guy you were talking to earlier… No, never mind. I have no right to be jealous. I guess I just care about you too much.