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I lick my spoon at the back, where there are still some ice cream clinging to it.
As I wait for the stranger's reply, I flex my fingers, studying the books near me.
I have an exam tomorrow but instead of studying like a responsible student my parents wish I would become, I spent the whole night on the phone, texting the nice stranger.
My phone vibrates.
I shove the books to the side as I lay down on my pillow.
I ignore his reply about how Obama's doing a good job as president.
11:01 pm
How do you move on?
What do you mean?
"Move on" move on.
Like from your ex?
Exactly.
You don't need to forget. You just have to find the beauty in breaking up with him.
What's the beauty in losing someone you love?
A new and a better one arrives :)
I send a sarcastic reply.
I totally disregard the books I'm supposed to be reading.
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the girl named winter
Teen FictionWhen you're failing physics, slowly losing your friends, and getting broken-hearted every day, you tend to make a lot of wrong decisions. Like putting your cellphone number on a paper plane and throwing it out of a hospital window. For Winter Height...
