To: hailsbryant@gmail.com
Subject: English Class
I sat towards the back of English class today for the first time in four years. I did so because when I'd walked in, you were there. You were seated in the front like we always sat before hell broke loose. You were on our phone, grinning at something as you scrolled up the screen. I didn't want you to notice me. I didn't want you to look up and meet my eyes. I didn't want to see the inexplicable pain that would flood your eyes at the sight of me. I already saw it this morning in the hall when you looked right at me as you passed. I wanted nothing more than to bring you into my arms, to absorb all of the pain that flowed through your heart.
But I couldn't.
I couldn't because I was the reason you hurt.
I hated that I was the cause of your agony. I wanted to bring you joy, everything you wanted and needed. Instead, I'd broken your heart. I'd broken you. And for that, I deserved to rot in hell.
Saved: Aug 11, 7:25 PM
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