i couldn't breathe. tears rolled down my face as if they were raindrops from the clouds. i've been crying for so long now, that i think i might be dehydrated.
i went back into that fucking building only to see you and that girl making out against the lockers. the even worse part was that not a single person was even phased that i hadn't been at home or school for almost a week.
Zach, you didn't even seem upset. you almost seemed happy that i was gone. you probably were. i didn't bother, or cling to you for a week.
it must have been glorious for you. you were able to spend time with the person you love without any interruptions by the person you loathe. you stopped kissing her when the bell finally rang. turning around to walk to class, you saw me. my tear stricken face. my puffy eyes. my ripped clothes. my greasy hair. i must have looked like hell, more than i already do.
no wonder you didn't talk to me for the rest of the day. although you texted me to meet you in gym after 8th period.
i'm walking there now. we'll see what happens.
-alex
