She held her bags with a trembling hand. Leaving. Finally. Officially. Sadly.
"Get. I said I want you gone," he commanded in a voice that he hoped sounded sturdier than he felt as he pointed a shaky finger at the door.
"I-I'll miss you. Even if you won't miss me." Her voice cracked. "And when I'm laying in bed, and I can't sleep, you'll be what occupies my thoughts. And when I have trouble concentrating in the day, I'll be thinking what I could've done to make you love me. And when I'm listening to songs about love, I'll wonder if you'll ever love me like I loved you. And when I see you in old pictures, I'll always miss those times. And when I see you with her, I'll always wish I could've been like her. Even if she is trash. Because you know what? I love you. I have loved you, and I always will love you. And the only way you'll feel that way about me is if I'm someone else. Like her." She wiped away a tear. "And you know what?" Her voice cracked as tears strolled down her face. "I wish that you could've appreciated me for being me. You compared me to her. I'm not her. I'm me. And if I'm not good enough for you, I'm so freaking sorry. So freaking sorry. And you know why I'm so sorry? I'm sorry I didn't realize earlier, because then I could've tried to stop myself from loving you."
"Cassie-"
"No. I'm not done." She wiped her eyes of the remaining tears. "And when your kissing her, holding her, loving her, I hope you think of me. I hope you think of me and wish that you never gave me up. That you still had me. That I was yours. And you know what? I hope that you look into her brown eyes and wish that you saw my blue ones. I hope that you stare at her and think of me. I hope that you feel the way I'm feeling. Because it's not a good feeling. And I probably sound like a complete idiot. I'm gone. I'm leaving, and you'll never hear from me again. Have fun with her, and I hope with all my heart that you see me in her. And you realize that I was her plus much, much more."
She grabbed her bag, turned, and was swallowed by the crowd of people. He sat there with his head in his hands. If only she knew.
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Excerpts From Books that I'll Never Write
Teen FictionJust a book full of wanna-be stories :) except if you skip to 101 or 102 it's just me complaining because I'm a mess and no one reads this. it basically sucks. The feeling explode on excerpt #102, I strongly suggest starting there.
