*Flashback*
It has been four weeks since he has talked to me. I'm really getting sick of it. Whenever I see him at school he just looks the other way or keeps walking. I know he is still getting beat up. Almost every time I see him, there is a new bruise or cut. I think he started self harming because he always has a long sleeved shirt even though it is almost summer. I've tried talking to him outside of school, but every time I do, his eyes fill with sadness and he tells me to go away.
I think he regrets that night and that he wishes that I never helped him. Each time I think about it, I feel sick. I regret none of it, and I wish he didn't either. That was the best night I have ever had. He opened up to me so easily. I think I'm in love with him. And I thought he felt the same way, but apparently not.
All I want is for him to say something, anything, to me. For him to come and wrap me in a tight hug as he tells me something that makes me smile. No one has ever made me smile like he did that day I don't think he ever will again. I miss him so much. If only I could go back to that night...
*Flashback over*
It's been over a year since that night and I still feel the same way. Not once have I ever regretted what happened. a Even now, all I want is his big, strong arms holding me, being surrounded by his warmth and smell. I wish I could go back and change what happened. But I can't.
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My Green Eyed Boy
Teen FictionThere was no other way to descibe him other than perfection. The way he would let him curly brown hair fall to cover his face, as if it would hide him from the dangers of the world. He was so innocent, or at least that was what I thought. I will nev...
