She was laughing. A real laugh. A sound I'd never heard before. It was sweet and sincere, and beautiful.
The tool sitting next to her was talking to her too soft for me to hear, but she laughed and the sound traveled deep within me and lodged in the depth that was saved for her. Another memory to add.
The note I'd left on her desk was gone. I wondered if she'd read it. Maybe she had and didn't care. Maybe she thought it was from Jared, said tool sitting next to her. My own fault either way. I couldn't stay and witness her reaction to my letter. Instead, I ran away. Like I always do.
I thought it would be torture to watch her respond. I guess I didn't think about this alternative.
Torture, indeed.
If I caught the last bit correctly she was going to his house for a study date. My fists clenched in futile anger. The anger I felt should only be directed towards one person: me. My troubled mind, my fucked up past, my wounded emotions.
I blamed my mother. I blamed Tess. At the same time, I knew I shouldn't because it had been years ago, though I hadn't overcome it. I was the only one to blame, my mind.
My brain.
Me.
Getting over the past proved difficult to do. I knew that all too well.
Feeling like I'd lost her again, I grabbed my books and walked out of class, my arm brushing against her hair as I walked past her. It was the best feeling in the world, and I hated myself for not saving it for a moment that mattered.
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Two Years
RomanceLawrence and Jade met two years ago, four-hundred miles away. Their love was quiet, it was secret - even from each other. Now, two years and four-hundred miles later they have a chance encounter that brings them together again. They're both in coll...
