The Second Last Day.

Thursdays. He always had a thing for Thursdays. Maybe it was all those events that happened: always on Thursdays. Or maybe it was the second last day of school that made it so...eventful. People normally skipped the last day of school. Some people stayed like the "good kids" or the people who had nothing else to do at home anyway. You could say he was kinda both.

Sometimes he'd curse under his breath. Sometimes to God, sometimes just to himself. Mostly because of how nostalgic he was, always looking back on missed opportunities or opportunities gone wrong. Now, he looked at Thursday, last year. The second day of school last year. It was a first for a few things. It was the first time he hugged her. The first time he touched her hand. The first time he looked into her eyes for longer than 5 seconds.

He didn't know much then. He wasn't as 'wise' as he was now. He chuckled to himself at the thought: how foolish he was, how silly. He remembered telling himself (going back 5 years) he would never fall in love until he was 18.

Ha.

There goes that thought.

Now, he was much less innocent. Much more mature. Bags started forming under his eyes. He started some things that he never thought he would. Some things he swore he wouldn't do. He'd never drink coffee until he got to Uni. He'd never get home later than 11:00 at night. He'd never scream at his parents. He'd never swear at his parents. He'd never do this. He'd never do that. But now, five years later, everything changed. The things he swore he'd never do, he ended up doing. Quite happily at that.

Second last days. Something always happened.

Second last day. It was the first time he hugged her, touched her hand, looked at her for more than five seconds.

Second last day. He swore he'd never have coffee. He swore he'd never do this. He'd never do that.

He swore

he would never

hurt

himself.