Tears

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After all of the classes were done, it was lunch time. I sat alone, but Abyss sat across from me.

"Feath, are you okay?" She looked at me with her beautiful white, empty eyes. "N-no...?" I murmured quietly.

Abyss:you can tell me...

Me:I...

My eyes started to sting. I didn't know what to say. "Hey! It's okay! Feath, please don't cry on me! You can tell me." She whispered. "w-well... You know how I have a crush on Blake? Well, I really want to tell him but, he won't understand... He even has a girlfriend! She looks so perfect-" "everybody is perfect, Feather. Look at you! Your so pretty! With your golden hair, and your beautiful blue eyes, your gorgeous. And look at me, just a plain, white void girl." She grabbed my shoulder. "But! Your gorgeous too! I like your white hair! It's...majestic.." I sighed. I felt a tear fall down. I covered my face and ran off to the bathroom.

I cried and cried my tears out. I knew Abyss wouldn't follow me because, I needed some space. I heard someone enter the bathroom, " Hello? Who's in here?" Someone knocked on my door. "Feather. It's Feather Cinnamon." I looked at the door. "Wel- oh... Are you okay...?" "Y-yes, I am! Just..thought of something sad. Yeah..." "Feather, please don't lie to me." "I'm not! Who are you anyways?" I sniffed and wiped my tears.

"Celeste. Celeste Madison." Celeste said deeply making it sound like she mumbled. "Why are you here...?" I asked as I imagine a invisible red string brake. I felt myself cry more. "Leave me alone, Celeste. We're not 'best' friends anymore. We're nothing. I'm nothing." I sniffed, knowing that she wouldn't care and walk away. "Feather..we may not be best friends anymore but.. All I want to know is, what happened? Who made you so depressed...? Why are you so alone..." I noticed Celeste slouch down on the bathroom door. She sounded sad. She wanted the truth.
"I-i...can't tell you..." I suddenly said. We were silent until we heard the bell rang. I immediately ran out of the bathroom and slowly walked to drama class.

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