Tuesday was okay. Teara said that I'd get over him and stuff happens for a reason - I knew I would get over him - and she said just do what makes me happy. But he makes me happy. After him saying 'I don't know what you expected,' I'm seriously having controversial feelings about him. But deep down inside me I hate him, but I love him. Deep down inside me I'm scared, and depressed.
The day started off with me exchanging sad looks with eyes filled with bordem, and my hands permanently glued to cover the red tear stained cheeks of mine. The snap of a teachers' fingers woke me from my daze; a perfect daze. Me and Liam worked out, and I said everything I loved about him - from when he says "Hey" to when he says "Bye." During the remaining hours of the endlessly boring day, I basically just sat at my desk, fiddling with my hair, illustrating pictures on my hands.
As I reached home, the skies faded away into the darkness, my view from my bedroom turning the sky a lilac shade. The sun was slowly dying, or falling down - alone or surrounded by clouds, the rays slowly beating onto the window which needed to be cleaned, silhouetting my face. My phone was soon equipped in my hands, the fingertips i owned soon grazing away due to high intensity of typing. So, I solemnly opened the youtube app, replying these depressing love songs I owned on my playlist. As I was called for dinner, I groaned as I sat down. "Thanks mom, this looks delicious." She smiled, but was transfixed on my eyes. She suddenly dropped her fork. "Right, whats wrong?" I sighed, rolling my eyes. "Look, nothing wrong. I'm perfectly fine."
She was gullible and believed me, because she trusted me.
I wish I told her sooner. I wish I told her the truth.
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RomanceA young girl falls for a boy online who she loves, and he doesn't realise shes slowly dying inside with hidden feelings. © maddove.
