tales from a somewhat heartbroken girl

• prologue •

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« polaroid boy » by nicole zenfaya

cassidy
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here i was, in my new home, in this new city.

i truly needed a fresh start.

why me though? why was i so fcking insecure? why did i always let boys get to me? why did i always grow so attached?

i opened yet another box of items i had taken with me from Colorado, and i felt my heart shatter just a little bit.

here was a picture of me and him.

and to think that not too long ago i had actually believed we would soon work together and get married and eventually have our own kids.

we had planned everything out.

our life and future was so perfect until...

"i don't love you anymore."

i bite my lip and force my eyes shut.

"in fact, i don't think i ever did."

i missed the old days where i was always so happy and cheerful, and where i was glad to be home.

"you were fun at first. you were so gullible and stupid, that i felt bad for you. i thought i felt something, but nope. and ever since your parents died in that fcking car crash, all you do is mope around and cry."

"oh my," i breathe out. "no more flashbacks, please."

"are you cassidy santiago?"

tears begin to fill up at the brim of my eyes.

"your parents were in a car crash, and unfortunately, the other driver was under the effects of cocaine and alcohol."

"stop!" i shriek, grabbing the pictures out of the boxes, and throwing the frames against the walls.

"your mother is not doing very well, and your father...he..."

i fall against the wall, letting it all come out.

"...he died."

after miserably sobbing for a few minutes, i finally stand up and walk towards my bed.

"i have to change," i claim. "all of that has to be left in the past."

i put on a hoodie, and my ripped jeans.

for being October, it was pretty windy in San Francisco.

all i have to do is smile and be positive.

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phew, well that was intense.

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