He was devastated when she told him that she had feelings for Pretty Boy.
He was broken when he heard that she was in the hospital.
He was traumatized when he found out that she, the girl he's been crushing on for years now, would never be able to walk again.
But why would she like him anyway? They talk but not as much. They were close in the circle of friends, but not really direct. He'd admire her features from afar, how her cute nose scrunches when she's disgusted, how her brows furrow when she's confused, how she bites on her bottom lip when she's frustrated, how her eyes glow when she's content.
He was one of the last three that stills visits her.
They began to get closer now that there was less people.
They began to see the common interests they both had.
He began to see that she was intoxicating herself with Pretty Boy, and she didn't see that she was falling for the wrong boy.
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Short Story"going on that car ride was the reason I was put into this damned wheelchair." - 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘶𝘮𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴
