"I'm sorry that I hurt you. I didn't really mean it that way."
"You're telling me this now?"
"As you can tell, I'm not good at timing my apologies, but how else can I make it up to you?"
From the bottom of my heart, I was tempted to say one last kiss.
But that would have been too much to ask for.
"Nothing else. You've done enough; leaving me behind for someone else. For you to even go that far, I don't think you really care about me anymore."
"How can I not care when I see your crying face and bloodshot red eyes every time you come to school? You're clearly not okay."
"Because you were the one who did this to me!"
I can't move on, and it hurts to admit it.
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The Girl Who Couldn't Speak ✓
Short StoryMama told me that I was a beautiful girl when I was little. Mama said that I had the prettiest tan skin, soft wavy black hair, and the most enchanting emerald eyes. She always called me her bundle of joy. Then she got very sad when she told me that...
