*16 year old Gwyn's POV*
I sat on the bed, quiet. I had never felt anything like this. Earlier, I had made pathetic attempts at begging and pleading with Lydia because I didn't understand what had gone wrong. Nothing made sense.
I had never even held anyone's hand before being with her. I was crazy about her. She was intoxicating- she had perfect breasts, and an amazing smell you could follow down the hallway with your eyes closed. She was also intelligent, and she liked a lot of the same music I liked too.
But she started hanging out with an older guy who worked at the mall. I told her I trusted her, even after she said he had tried to kiss her. But here I was, three months into my first relationship, and Lydia had just finished dumping me.
I was in agony. We had kept our relationship secret from all but a few friends, and so no one understood why I lost my mind when Lydia got engaged to the older guy eleven days after dumping me. The girl I still loved. I did my best to try and be her friend, I even loaned her my camera for her marriage by a justice of the peace only a few months after that. I tried to bolt my heart up. I went to counseling, I saw a psychiatrist. I gradually regained a tenuous hold on reality.
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FanfictionGwyn is 34 years old, a successful veterinarian. She works long hours, and moved far away from her friends to take her current job. She's profoundly lonely, and has suffered from dysthymia and episodic major depression her entire adult life. She's a...
