He recoiled his hand away from mine as if touching me was like being pierced by poison.
"I'm sorry Myra, but you know very well that my heart belongs to Vanessa."
I reached out to him and he slipped his hands into his pockets.
My lips wobbled as I wrote something else down on the back of the sticky note.
A tear slipped down my cheek from the crushing weight of rejection as I showed him what I said.
"I know that, but it's better to tell you how I feel rather than letting it be unknown. I don't like hiding anything, especially when it's with you. I hope you understand. I don't like it when the heart of the person that I truly love is already taken by someone else. It frustrates me, it makes think so lowly of myself; that I'm not good enough for you. It's you that I've sold my heart to, I can't bring myself to change that. I'm sorry."
I removed myself from his shocked presence and ran away.
He called my name so many times, but I refrained from looking back at him.
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The Girl Who Couldn't Speak ✓
Historia CortaMama told me that I was a beautiful girl when I was little. Mama said that I had the prettiest tan skin, soft wavy black hair, and the most enchanting emerald eyes. She always called me her bundle of joy. Then she got very sad when she told me that...
