After a night of tears, sobbing, my pillow turned into a sponge of sadness as it absorbed both tears, screams, cries, and punches. I walk across the hall.. hoping she wasn't gonna come outside or run to me. I didn't want her to see me this way. I got into my classroom.. Hood on my hoodie as to cover myself, looking like a convict. This is my first day after being told to stay away from her.. It hasn't even been half the day and I'm already dying. Laying my head on my forearms.. tears began to roll down my face, playing off my crying as sleeping. The whole day I couldn't stop thinking about her.. every time I see her.. it tortures me that I can't come close.. I can't talk to you, I cannot relive the old days that we once did.
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Bleeding Love
RomanceLove is love, no matter how you put it. There's always a want, a need, a sacrifice, a sentiment and more. This book tells a tale of Love that awaits its Healing Hour. Despite such pain.. it refuses to break. Find out why.
