I went to her school. She's driving me crazy. I can't forget her. I can't get her image out of my crazy ass mind. She craved in the walls of my skull and burned into my flesh. Why do I care about this Maria? I don't know her. I do not now what she likes, who she is as a person or what kind of friend she has.
I know exactly how I felt, waiting infront of those doors. Desperately hoping I get a glimpse of Maria. When I saw her, I needed to swallow. She was even more beautiful than the last time I saw her. She gained weight, but it fitted her perfectly. Her hair was shorter but it was layered around her face, which made her beautiful hazel eyes pop and her lips weren't dry like the first time I saw her. Her skin cleared up since Christmas and her lashes look darker and thicker.
She's mesmerizing.
I went up to her and started to ask her if she still remembers me. She didn't let me finish and said my name. Like I was incraved in her mind, like she is in mine.
But she didn't look at me the way I did at her. She had hatred in her eyes. She hates me.
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The End of me- Maria
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