Is official. I saw Sasha kissing him. When I came up to her she looked guilty, but asked me to allow her to explain. She told me she didn't want to date the broken man. She couldn't break up with me, for fear of what I would do. I don't know what hurts me more, the pain of cheating, or the pain of knowing that she is right. I don't know what I would have done either. But I know what I will do now. If you want to you can tell Sasha I forgive her, and this this wasn't her fault. Tell her I hope she is happy with the other man. Tell her I still love her, and that is why I have chosen to hate her.
His sad words pulled at my heart. I opened the next note and began to read.
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The Funeral
Teen FictionMy brother committed suicide. At his funeral I didn't cry, I even left early. I did this because my brother already had a funeral. And he was there for it, and he was alive. He was holding my hand. We buried an empty shoe box, it symbolized his...
