eh idk, I write short stories so much and this was one I found somewhere on my old laptop, I just recently edited it... I hope you guys like.
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She gazed deeply out the window, searching for something farther than the tree's and the sky.
"I seen her this morning, her body radiated a glow I couldn't make possible even in a dream. Her smile was similar to an actresses, you know... like not a normal smile, an exclusive one, a smile that 'normal' girls can't form with just the basic muscles in their face. She dressed like the school hallways were a runaway and she fitted the role of a model. I couldn't help but compare myself to her you know, like what did she look like under those clothes? probably way better than I ever would. And does her hair fall delicately down on her shoulders and flow down her back when she first wakes up? Unlike me where my hair forms static and parts are bent and crinkled, that somehow happened throughout the four hours of sleep I got last night, whereas she probably got twelve hours, you can tell by her eyes. You can tell anything from someones eyes."
I didn't reply to her, just watched the tears trickle down onto the paper beneath her. She turned and looked at me, her eyes were red.
"Were you crying last night?" It was the only question I could find myself to ask.
"Yeah, and this morning, and the night before. I don't try to, I mean, who actually trys to cry? but as many things as I try to think of to take my mind off of it, it finds it's way back into my head like a slithering bug and I just cant help it. It's taking over my life."
"It's just a breakup, he left you for another girl but I promise you, she's just another girl, actually she looks just like you." I gave her a reassuring smile and a tight grip on her hand.
I looked at her, hoping to find something deep down in her but it was all black. She was more calm than usual and the way she was breathing was different. Her eyes were blank, she looked like a blank canvas, nothing.
"It's the little things. But have you ever looked at the little things. I mean deep down at the little things, like her handwriting... you see the way her m's connect with the her y's and the little swiggle beneath her g's. You ever noticed the way she spoke with her s's and her q's. Have you ever really looked at the way her fingernails shaped around her fingers?"
"Those really are little things, their so little that no one notices them... I doubt he even notices those things on her."
"You're wrong. If I did, so did he, and you have too... it's all an illusion." She wipes her tears then packs her books into her bag, I watch her every move for a sign of pain or despair, and I seen it all over. I seen it in the way she stood up, the way she pushed the chair back, the way she threw her books into her bag without organizing it, the way she threw her back over her shoulder, and I definitely knew by the way she walked away.
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also, I don't know if i'll continue the story 'Asylum' I lost all the memory from my new laptop, which the story was saved on... I lost literally everything, it's a possibility I may continue though.
