"hehe ok see you later."
she watches nia walk away from nash.
"hey." nash says nervously.
she looks at nash.
"leave me alone."
andrea starts to walk away.
"babe did that bother you?"
"don't call me babe."
"why are you so mad about me talking to her?"
"no reason."
"talk to me, tell me it's bothering you."
"i got to go meet someone, ️bye."
"you know what, fine, ️bye."
watches nash walk away.
storms out of the room slamming the door behind her, letting the tears fall.
"im such an idiot!"
she punches the door with all her might.
"ow." she looks at her bruised knuckles turning red.
"your not."
suddenly she's wrapped in a warm embrace.
"your not baby girl."
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Short Storyi drew a butterfly on my wrist, in hopes that this feeling would no longer persist, but things got bad and i started to cry, so the butterfly on my wrist had to die. once again i tried to set myself free, but it seems my thoughts have stolen the ke...
