You still won't talk to me. I've apologized many times and you've said it's fine, but nothing is how it used to be.
I hear the whispers when I walked through the halls. I feel people's gazes burn through me as they stare. Everyone knows what I did. If they liked me before, they sure don't like me now.
When you would normally be smiling and hurrying to get to class, you mope around the hallway trying to avoid me. We can act like things are normal. We can pretend we're okay, but we're not. Nothing is "normal". Nothing is the same, I will just put on a smile and say nothing is wrong and everything is okay and everyone will believe me. Only you and I know exactly what happened. Only you and I know how we feel.
I ruined one of the best things in my life.
YOU ARE READING
I'm sorry.
عشوائيYou asked me what annoys me about you. I never should have answered.
