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She doesn't talk anymore. Not to me, not to anyone else.
It has been days since I snapped at her and everyday I regret it.
I wasn't in my right mind. My sister almost died and my parents still didn't show up.
When I arrive to class, I see her sitting in the usual seat. I take mine next to her but she doesn't pay attention.
She doesn't talk as usual.
It's when I'm focusing on the words on the board that I hear taps.
Her hand tapping the side of the table.
But what breaks me is that they're not six anymore.
They're four.
She's tapping my number.
I fucked up and left her and now she's tapping my number.
When class gets over, I follow her to her locker.
"May," I speak out as she turns to meet my eyes. Her own light up a bit but she doesn't say anything.
"I didn't mean to say that to you that day.." I say and she just nods her head, smiling.
"Talk to me?" I ask, frowning and her eyes widen slightly before she shakes her head in no.
She leaves before I can do anything else and I realize.
She's doing it on purpose.
But for how long?
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Short Story[COMPLETE] After breathing six times, I turn to him. I place my hand on his shoulder and tap six times. He immediately turns around with hard eyes. "What do you want?" He ask forcefully. "What's wrong?" I plead. He's not like this. He helped me a...
