you walked up to her after school.
she didn't say anything, but let you talk.
"i'm sorry," you began.
she sighed and looked at her feet knowing exactly what you were talking about. the good part of her wanted to say that it was alright and that people make stupid decisions in their lives, but she knew that in order to let you go for good, she would have to tell you the truth.
"well, you're a little late," her voice was soft and timid, but she became more confident as the seconds ticked by.
this boost of confidence was a lie, but in order for her to play strong, she trudged on.
"you shouldn't have even said those things to me if you knew how i felt," she was on the verge of tears.
it felt like heartbreak wash number thirty-five.
"yeah, but it wasn't my idea, but your sister's." you argued even though this was supposed to be an apology.
"if you cared enough, you wouldn't have done it."
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Nice Girls
Short Storyabout 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
