"you idiot," he sighed sitting beside her leaning against the bookshelf.
she was sobbing in her arms as they rested on her knees that were pulled up to her chest.
she looked up and wiped her tears quickly.
he grabbed her wrists to stop her and sighed. he then used the pads of his thumbs to wipe the tears and eventually used the cuffs of his sweatshirt to dry the wet stains on her red cheeks.
next, he nodded to her and she broke down once more grasping onto his sweatshirt, balling up the fabric, and cried in his chest.
he wrapped his arms around her and thought about you. how you just ruined her life with no guilt, no apology, and left her to fend for herself.
he cursed you in his head, but didn't say anything at the moment.
he was too busy making up for the months he had held back from her, and the weeks no one had comforted her broken heart.
a u t h o r s n o t e
is it just me or just he remind you of the "he" from nice guys???? this was not intended, but he so reminds me of him.
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Nice Girls
القصة القصيرةabout a girl who loved everyone and forgot herself along the way. # some high rank in s h o r t s t o r y
