Dear boyfriend,
To "make it up" to me, you took me out to dinner at my favorite restaurant.
Did you forget that Allan works there?
Or are you over him?
I went along with it, hoping for the latter.
But as soon as he came over to take our orders, the true answer was written all over your face.
You had, in fact, forgotten.
I looked to Allan.
His face went from cheery to murderous real quick.
Suddenly, you loudly and quickly stood up from the table.
Everyone's head turned.
Immediately knowing what was about to happen, I stood up as well.
You looked to me, your raging eyes burned into mine.
"Outside. Now."
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Dear Boyfriend,
Short Story***COMPLETED*** A story of a girl who was once bullied, and writes letter to her boyfriend, but never sends them. Or does she?
