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[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ sitting on his scooter out in the parking lot of the building that he knows is alyssa's last class of the day, elbows braced against the handles as he waits. only checks the clock of his cellphone once when the stream of people appear, signaling the end of the hour. thinks about texting her, but manages to refrain, quietly waiting for a certain princess to appear. ]

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[ feels his knees shake a little when he hears that door close, making him take a step backward so that his back hits the wall to make him slide down til his rear hits the ground. is deaf to any jabbing words from the other member of the cell, far too distracted in his own confusion (shock, guilt, hurt) to pay it any heed. draws up a knee to press his forehead against it while wrapping both arms around his head in a self-protecting manner as he tries to even his breathing. the tears come unbidden when he remembers her face, her words, the slight shake in her voice, making his chest ache.

falls into a short half-sleep after that in complete silence save for his patterned inhale-exhale, entirely ignorant & severed from his sense of time until the guards knock on the bars to tell him to get out many hours later. ]