5. Photos

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I left the party early, leaving
Sonam and Aiden behind without
an excuse. No amount of alcohol
could kill the aching in my chest.

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.
Niall's voice echoes in the dark.

I think I might love you.

My head is a jumble of confused thoughts. I want to tell him to run
while he still can. I want to tell him: No, you don't. You could never love me. You're too good to love me.

I roll over, noticing the picture across the room. I pull myself from the mattress, grabbing the frame.
In it, a girl lays her head on the boy
she thought she'd always love.

"You didn't expect him to stop loving you, though," I mumble to myself.
A tear drops onto the glass of the frame and I grow angry at the boy smiling back at me. He's mocking me.

I throw the frame at the wall and it shatters upon impact. I scream and grab my hair frantically, crouching to the floor with the picture.

I sit in the glass debris, covering my mouth with a trembling hand.
The picture lays unscathed.
I grab it and hold it tightly
against my chest.

Come back to me.

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