"Please don't leave me.." Meg mumbled to myself, tapping the message across her screen.
She threw her phone down onto the bed, laying her head onto her pillow.
"Why does he keep doing this to me?" She thought, wasn't he supposed to love her? He did love her, or so he said, but why would he keep getting so furious about small mistakes she so happened to make?
She picked her phone back up, selecting his name in her messages. The message had been read in the previous minutes, leaving an empty void in her thoughts. She sighed, beginning to type another message out.
"I love you."
She set down her phone once again, turning it off for the night.
This is Meg's story, this is "Keeping You".
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I'm back! I don't entirely know where I'm going with this story, but I hope you like it anyways :) enjoy.
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Keeping You
Teen Fiction"They didn't have much in common. She was patient, and analytical (and a bit insecure), while he was more persistent, and witty. The one thing they shared though, was their love for each other. It was always full of passion, and devotion." ** cover...
