she didn't go to school that whole week. she was too afraid of seeing you.
you had broken her heart into microscopic pieces.
she would cry at random times in the day, knowing that you didn't care.
that you would never feel the same way for her.
that you thought of her as baggage and that she should just disappear from your life forever.
you were trying to help but instead you just made her worse.
she wasn't crying because you didn't love her. she was crying because she felt like she lost a friend.
and for some reason she thought it was her fault.
she thought that she was to blame for all the awful things you had said to her.
she winced in pain with every heartbeat as if they hurt.
when there were no more tears to shed she wiped her nose and layed in bed.
she kept telling herself that she was worthless and that no one would love her.
that she would always be alone so might as well cut everyone off.
she rarely spoke to her family and they all knew something was wrong.
her uncle had recently died so they assumed that was why she was so sad.
what they didn't know was that she was fighting her own battles in her head.
she would start crying when she thought about all those childhood memories and how they were all fake.
she stayed silent all day, never spoke a word to anyone.
eventually she had to go to school. the moment she walked in her heart rate spiked.
she did her best to hide herself from everyone and blend in with the shadows.
but you always knew where to look for her.
and when you found her she ran like hell.
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best friend
Short Storybest·friend - noun. a person whom one knows and with whom one has a bond of mutual affection. about a girl who loved a boy. she knew he loved her, but not in the way she wanted to be loved.
