She sat staring at her friend who was weeping, crumpled into a little ball of self pity and tears.
"You told me," Her friend said sitting up, wiping away the snot and tears. "You told me he was going to stomp all over me and rip my heart out. I didn't believe you- I didn't want to believe you- but I guess it doesn't matter anymore."
She looked at her friend. What a mess she was. All tangled hair and running mascara, she hated to see her like this. "I told you it would end like this," She said simply. "But I didn't think it would end this soon."
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Metanoia
Random(n) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life A collection of thoughts I've had, Stories I've written, Questions I've asked, And realizations I've made. Watch as I grow up and my thoughts change and my writing develops from 8th...
