She remembered it like it was yesterday. The pain had been etched into her mind from the first time it happened.
That boy. The boy with the blonde hair. With those eyes, the eyes that seemed to gaze into your very soul and expose your secrets, no matter how deep you had kept them. He was her first and she thought he was the best.
The love he gave, she thought was real but was blinded by her own infatuation.
It consumed her.
She lost herself.
The love she gave was real, and he knew it more than she did.
There seemed to be no escape from the darkness, no end to the agony.
Sometimes she felt like she could leave. But why would she? After all, her friends told her if a boy hits her, it means he loves her.
What a fool she was for believing them.
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Exposure
Non-FictionThis is the story of an unimportant girl. She lived a mundane life. One boy took her as his own. And she never stopped regretting saying one word, "yes".
