Rain
She stepped out into the rain, she wasn't walked to anywhere in particular.
She walked past an old cafe on the corner of the street. She could see people inside from the window.
There was a little girl with blonde curls. Her mother was smiling at her, she was blonde too but her eyes were green unlike her daughters.
She could see where the girl got the rest of her looks from. Her dad had brown eyes like her and it was clear she'd gotten her curly hair from him.
They were all smiling, and so she frowned. She couldn't really remember how to smile.
She looked away from the window and started walking back the way she came.
It was raining harder and harder and she hoped no one in the streets could tell the difference between the rain and her tears.
She walked past her house however, that being the last place she wanted to be.
And then she stepped past a house that looked familiar.
She considered her options, she had no where else to go, he did really seem to care and she was still crying.
Retracing her steps she walked to the door and rang the doorbell immediately feeling stupid.
He wouldn't want to see her, not after everything she'd put him through. He'd probably slam the door in her face and she'd have to sleep in the streets again.
Who would really want her? Who would really like her? Not him. It was probably all a game, all a dare.
She was nothing.
Her thoughts fueled her tears and she didn't notice she was full on sobbing or when the door opened.
She just felt the warmth of two arms going around her and being hugged close to a warm body and she sobbed about how pathetic and worthless she was.
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First Love
Teen FictionShe ripped him apart, bit by bit until there was nothing left. Until she had him all. He fixed her. Over and over. He replaced all the pieces she didn't have with his own. He was her first kiss. She was his first love. And it was like a movie. Like...
