Just friends.
The two words that she hated the most.
She sat at her desk and stared at the screen until her eyes burned.
She sighed and closed her laptop and slumped into her bed.
She looks up at the ceiling, thoughts fog her mind. She's thinking, but not really thinking about anything in particular. Her mind is with him, both versions of him.
The boy who claimed to be madly in love with her.
And the boy who treated her like absolute shit.
Maybe it is better to be
Just friends.
YOU ARE READING
half happy
PoetryMonia is almost there. She's heart broken. Her life is colorless. Can the boy fix it? Will he mess up? Will the wind suffocate her before she lets anyone in? With her stubborn heart and his persistence. What will happen?
