Now that she knew where he lived, the girl made frequent visits-- often uninvited and often without his knowledge of her presence. Sometimes, she spent the night in the bushes outside his bedroom window and she'd pretend they were in bed together. She had become fully enthralled with him and would follow him throughout his days-- from home to the bus, to the bus to his work (radioshack), from his work to school, then back home. She texted him frequently and she would call him crying if he took longer than 15 minutes to reply, asking him why he hated her. So he distanced himself, saying he was too busy to hang and his phone died so he couldn't text back; but she knew he was lying.
She was so upset that he's ending up like all the others.
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Like All the Others
Short StoryOh! Someone please bless me with the torture of love; bless me with fire in my veins and roses in my cheeks. I will do anything to make a man love me. Anything.
