You're tired. So tired. But all you can think about is her.
You see her in the hallway opening her locker. You go to her. Spinning her around delicate. You almost gasp at her appearance. She is ghostly pale, her dirt brown hair unkept, several large bruises lining her arms.
"What do you want now cole."
"I want you."
Her face turns bright red, but she wasn't blushing like you thought. She was angry.
She shoves you off of her screaming in your face.
"Goddamn Cole! Make up your fucking mind! Do you love me or hate me! I'm tired of this!" She starts to cry.
"I don't know Miley! All I know is that the moment I saw you I could never stop thinking of you! You're toxic to me! And I don't know why! I hate you but I love you at the same fucking time and it hurts!"
"We can't do this Cole. I'm done. Done with everything!"
And she walks away. You should have stopped her. You should have done something. Anything. But you didn't.
And that's how you ended up watching her walk away from you, forever.
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Short Story"I'm happy because there's already so much hate in the world. If I can make the world just a little bit happier with just a smile, I will do it."
