Seven. Seven was our lucky number. Before he asked me out, he counted to seven. After seven days, we said "I love you". After seven weeks, he got me a promise ring. After seven months, I finally told him what I was. Seven. Seven seconds before he responded. Seven seconds I held my breath. Seven. The number of days I cried after he walked away. Seven. The date I wrote on the note. July 7th. The note to my parents, to my friends, to him. Seven. The number of pills I took when I couldn't handle the pain anymore. I can't stand losing him. I can't do it. Seven. The number of minutes until I fell to the floor. Seven. Seven hours until I was found.
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Seven
Teen FictionThe lucky number. The girl that isn't a girl. What happens when love goes the wrong way. When you're given another chance. What to do after the pain of death. Seven
