"Hey, I...um.. I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you like that."
I bite my lip, as tears threaten to spill out of my eyes.
He isn't going to care.
But I still hoped he would.
"I'm really sorry, please forgive me. I'll do anything....please call me back."
I place my phone down on the kitchen table and bring my fingers up to my temple, letting out a long sigh.
I'm a terrible best friend.
My gosh I hate myself so much right now. I'm a jerk.
I don't even feel like eating dinner tonight.
Mom wouldn't care either.
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Waiting For A Call Back
Short Story"I'm sorry." Tears threaten to spill out of my eyes. Why won't he believe me? "Please call me back. Please..."
