Letter
It was the right thing, saying goodbye to him.
She didn't deserve him and while he didn't realise it yet in time he would and she didn't think she could handle losing him later on.
The letter was cliché and stupid and dumb but it was the right thing to do.
And he wouldn't talk to her.
And she needed to tell him.
She meant every word she wrote, that he didn't have to talk to her again, or see her again.
He could hate her.
She wanted him to forget her and move on or else she never would never move on.
Or else she would never stop feeling the guilt of doing that to him.
She didn't want to be forgiven. Or else she wouldn't learn.
Her room was dark. Filled with black and greys.
She was used to it, it didn't bother her. Yet just when she was starting to get used to colour, she lost it.
Just like she lost everything else.
And then the doorbell rang.
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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...
