You started becoming very close to my bestfriend and I couldn't see what she saw in you. Perhaps it was the fact that she wasn't in our class, that she didn't see the whole picture, or that you acted different around her. But whatever it was, I hated the fact that she had a blindspot, and you were standing right in it.
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Toxic
Historia Cortashe was flowers and sweet gin, and he was the poison that destroyed them highest ranking: #561 in Short Story current ranking: #561 in Short Story
