He was perfect. I loved him, still do and I'm pretty sure he loved me too. He was my best friend that I wished we were more than best friends. We grew up and did everything together.
I was there for him pre-puberty when he was bullied about his high voice and now, every girls' target is him. But he was mine first.
Our video calls that started in the evening and finished four o'clock in the morning; him serenading me with his lovely voice, trying to put me to sleep. He helped me with my homework and my religion. Yes, I was a fxcked up Christian but he helped. He showed me how to live; in fact, he was my oxygen: I lunged for him. He was mine. But was I his?
Through all of our memories: going to the zoo, movies, water parks, you name it, he had to balls to chase another girl. I despised her but who could blame me? We practically named our kids together!
But he's gone. With her. And here I am, struggling for oxygen.
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A/N: I know, this is an extremely short chapter but this is basically a background as to why she is how she is. Much love - H
