To this day I still love Him, even though everyone thinks I've moved on. We talk more now, but not enough. And I'm still a wounded puppy. It's just that I now hide my pain, so that no one looks at me that way. I don't know what's going to happen, but a small part of me still hopes that I was right, that He really did like me, and maybe He could again. I know it's hopeless, but I've stopped caring. After all, at least now, I wouldn't be a Petty Little Thief.
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Petty Little Thief
Short StoryThis is a short story I wrote about a girl, who fell in love, but had to hide it so as not to betray her best friend. I don't really know if I want to expand on this or anything, so if you get to the end and think I should keep going, please don't b...
