At least, none of his previous ones I’ve had the pleasure of seeing in the hallway has. They deteriorate in some public display of angst and teenage heartbreak. The girls cry, begging him not to do it. (Whatever ‘it’ is.) Graham always seems distant and unaffected by their tears, cold and callous, unattached from anything and everything around him. There’s a sense of vulnerability as I stand on the stage. Graham stares up at me, and a feeling burns deep in my stomach, only to disappear as quickly as it comes. It just flutters away, and now, I can’t break my eyes away from him. He knows it,
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