Omolara was the sweetest person I've ever met. She stood at five feet, two inches, and had this small frame that you'd want to coup her up in your arms and protect her from the rest of the world. She was really beautiful and had this puppy dog eyes look that screams innocence, something she wasn't. I loved her to death. Literally.
She was an happy child, until the tragedy had befallen her that night. That night when she asked me to come home so we could go out and blow off steam after our final exam. That night where I stood my best friend up and spent the night at my boyfriend's instead.
To be continued...
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Historia Corta....And that's the saddest thing about betrayal, it comes from your friends. Or at least you thought they were.
