3.15 One Writing Three POVs

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I sigh under my breath, giving a quick glance across the room. It was dark. A little too dark. I glance across the room to my friend. she is moving to another state to be with her dad. "please don't go" I mutter. hoping that maybe if she hears it shell stay- just maybe. she comes up to me and places a hand on my head, almost like she's trying to comfort me. almost like a distraction- maybe it is a distraction.- she pulls me into a tight embrace holding me as she whispers soft words. "it's not goodbye it's goodnight" I giggle softly and smile as I soon realize that it will be ok.

i look at her with a soft smile to hide the overwhelming amount of pain that I feel. "Ifthat's how it must be, then I am sure you would like some help.." I say as I bite my nails. she softlynods as to maybe get a little bit more time to be able to chat through the help.Every last second I can get is something I want- no need, to hold onto.The little things. her eyes tear up as she finally realizes exactly what's about to happen. we drifted apart. like two leaves in the wind- we are no longer best friends. she gives me one more hug. I hug back tightly before watching her walk out.


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