Cory sobbed and sobbed.
Her eyes were red and puffy. Her hair was worse than a bird's nest and she looked ghostly pale.
"I-I know you don't have t-the p-perfect family with your parents being o-out, but i-it's so hard y'know?"
My breath catches in my throat when she mentions my parents.
They're long gone, sweetheart.
Four years wasn't enough. I still have to deal with PTSD, insomnia and depression.
My parent's death was terrifying.
One day, you're healthy, and the next, you're laying on your deathbed.
"Don't worry, Cory. I'm truly sorry, but it's for the best. It would make your parents happy. And you're still gonna see both of them, right?" Ryder points out.
"Y-Yeah. But, it's still so upsetting, y'know?"
"Yeah. I understand." Ryder says.
I was mute. I didn't speak - I didn't want to speak.
"Is anything wrong, Amanda? You look pale."
And then, I blacked out.
***
Short chappie. I was ill when writing this.
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College Boys
Romance"Mature men are better than boys," *** Amanda Whitewood is the typical slut - she fucks everything and everyone. But some forget that she's human too. High school is particularly cruel to Amanda - it's filled with judgemental hypocrites and playboys...
