Im Sorry

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I'll never forget the feeling of crying on Brady's shoulder. He laid with me all day. I thought that I should go home. Moms probably p****d at me for not even calling her. I didn't want to leave his arms. But I had to. It wasn't going to be pretty when I get home. I had spent almost a day and a half at Brady's house. "I'd better be getting home" I sighed. "Please don't go Shelby" Brady yelled. I covered my face not wanting to see him mad, or crying. I was devastated. But I guess the devestation on Brady's part was immense. I could tell by the way he was holding in all the tears, but my own eyes were perfectly dry. I felt like such a jerk. "I've got to go" I whispered. Feeling terrible inside.

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