I remember that it hurt, watching her hurt. Looking at her through the window every night. Watching her cry her eyes out over him all the time. He wasn't worth it, and there was nothing I could do about it.

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It Hurt.
Teen FictionAs Rusty Anderson watches the girl he loves hurt, he hurts. He loved her, but "there was nothing he could do about it" he would always say to himself.
Prologue
I remember that it hurt, watching her hurt. Looking at her through the window every night. Watching her cry her eyes out over him all the time. He wasn't worth it, and there was nothing I could do about it.