Brooklyn
I took the microwaved popcorn from Leah's hands, muttering a thank you.
"So what movie should we watch," she asked getting inside the warm blankets that were sprawled on the coach.
I tried to think of the options I had in hand but my thoughts trailed to Ryan.
Warm tears cascaded down my cheeks as the events that happened the previous night unfolded a new.
"Oh don't cry Brooke," Leah said gently cradling me in her arms.
I tried to a utter a word of comfort to her.
To say to her that I was okay, but I wasn't.
Ryan had hurt me, and thinking of him made the wounds in my heart open a new.
After stroking my hair gently and whispering words of comfort, Leah released me of her warm chest.
"I'm okay," I said forcing a smile on my face.
She threw me a skeptical look but before she could inquire me farther I answered her earlier question.
"Roses are red,"
She nodded briefly before turning her attention on the starting movie.
Much as I tried to concentrate on the movie, I couldn't.
Every line and action the protagonists did, reminded me of Ryan.
At some point in the duration of the movie, my thoughts were completely invaded by him.
This time the thoughts that invaded me weren't
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Just A Old Love Story
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