Liv.
4 and a half months ago.
I thought things had finally hit the roof. I thought that everything would just stop and we'd be happy. Both me and Sam. We weren't. We were distant. I saw him at lunch and after school. Awkward silence always whispered in our ears.
We eventually just gave up.
We stopped hanging out.
I thought we broke up.
I cried. I stayed in bed for a week. I didn't eat. I thought, how could I be so selfish? How could I lose him? I thought about it for one second,
and that one second of impulse cost me everything.
My phone stayed silent. It was like he gave up at the same time as me.
We stopped everything.
We stopped,
and we never restarted.
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My parents were splitting up. They started yelling a lot around me. I knew they did it every once in a while before, but now it was every second, every day.
They yelled and argued when someone forgot to do the dishes.
They yelled and cried when someone forgot to turn off the T-V.
My mom was fragile.
I'd never seen her like that before.
And my dad too,
he cried when he thought no one was watching.
I never thought I'd see the both of them like that.
Like they were one hit from breaking.
And that hit finally came.
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My parents snapped so easily.
Like too much pressure,
and they snapped like a rubber band.
It gave me a whiplash.
They started using their fists instead of their words.
And my father?
He hardened like ice,
trying to freeze my mother,
who was the river.
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Emails
Teen FictionAfter the falling out of a relationship between Sam and Liv, both have gone their separate ways. While Liv is trying to forget what happened, Sam is constantly drafting emails that either are too insensitive, or too pathetic. Emails are piling up in...
