SHE....
She's laying on a bed with her iPod on full blast.
The door is locked,and the curtains are drawn.
On the TV is The Notebook.
An empty tub of her favourite ice cream lies on the floor.
Smudged with makeup, her fingertips are stained
from wiping away her mascara and eye liner stained tears.
Their last conversation plays in her head.
She thinks to herself, that she'll never get him back.
HE...
He's on the edge of his bed, the doors locked.
His room is pitch black from the absence of lights.
Black Ops is in it's box and the controller is on the floor.
There's a hole in the wall from when he punched it earlier.
His headphones are about to burst from how load the music is.
No one can hear his sobs or see how messy his hair is from running his hands through it, thinking.
He's replaying their last conversation,thinking, she'll never take him back.
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Sad storys that will make you cry.
Non-FictionHey guys, if you guys feel sad or such, u can read my book,I'm not sure it would help, but plz read it,thanx These are not my stories.
