why did i even plan to meet her? what else did i expect from her, she hates me. i'm wasn't supposed to turn back into her life again but i couldn't forget about her. her sarcastic self, her witty self, her wise self, her broken self, her kind self. she's so much more than just a depressed, antisocial teenager but she never realizes that; and it's killing me.
i stared at my phone, it was already 1.00 am. should i call her? i already bombed her with so much of missed calls.
"fuck this" i said to no one in particular and dialed her phone number. i just wanted to hear her voice for one last time.
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i stared at my phone when it flashed with an incoming call from da-tyler. i was already getting tired of his calls, can he not understand that i don't want to see him anymore?
he was still persistent as my phone flashed after every thirty seconds with calls from him.
doesn't he know that he hurt me? physically and emotionally? when will this all end? when will i finally be free from his shadow?
but in the same time i knew that i wanted to hear his voice, maybe just one last time. i made my decision; i picked up the phone placed it to my ear.
"you have a minute," i spoke and waited for his response.
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oops im evil i ended
a chapter with a
cliffhanger, but
i know that you
guys still love me ;)
i love y'all,
shah
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