"I know you care." I said.
"I don't care." He responded coldly.
"Then why did you ever start talking to me in the first place?"
"Boredom? I wanted a project and you were just it,"
"How could you say that?"
"Because it's true. I never felt anything with you, it was all a game. Don't flatter yourself."
"But I know you care, I know it!"
"That's where you're wrong sweetheart."
"I don't understand. What about all the things you said to me? All the things you asked me? You never meant them? You never cared?"
"No. You're just a girl, not even a pretty one. You were just something to fill my spare time, nothing more. And these? Well they're just notes."
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أدب المراهقين"You're just a girl, not even a pretty one. You were just something to fill my spare time, nothing more. And these? Well they're just notes."
