"Hello, Delaney," came Izzy's quiet voice.
"Hi."
"Is everything okay? You seem kind of-" she reached up to put her hand on my shoulder. I flinched away from her touch speaking in a rather raspy voice, "I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
"I have to go tune up."
I walked away. I thought I'd be fine. We were friends and that's good enough isn't it? I could just love her as a friend.
No I couldn't. I don't think I get go through knowing she doesn't like me like that and seeing her and talking to her constantly.
But at least we talked.
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Perfect and imperfect
Ficção AdolescenteA true love story. Based on a true story (...that hasn't exactly completely happened yet) Yes Zoë. I am actually doing this. THIS IS NOT EDITED!
