i found you.

peter

*2 weeks later*

i couldn't decide what to wear. black, or grey sweater. i chose grey and matched it with some black ripped jeans. i straightened my long, dark hair. remembering how it felt when daniel used to run his fingers through it.
for the most part, i've been okay. somedays are harder than others. sometimes i find myself crying to sleep, wondering what i did wrong? "what did i do to make him stop loving me?.." i constantly asked myself. other days i see myself being happy. enjoying my life with my mom. she's been acting different. she knew how i felt about daniel, and she knows things are different now. she can tell that i'm not the same. and so could i.
i grabbed my bag and walked out the door. its the first time i've been outside in a while.. the air was crisp and cold. i walked to my car and drove to school.
i walked inside and saw something i never thought i would see. it's daniel. pushed up against a locker kissing someone else. she was about the same height as me. slimmer. prettier. her bouncy blonde curls covered daniel. they were laughing. he looks happy. happier than he was with me.
i walked past them with tears in my eyes. i couldn't help but think that i wasn't able to give him what he wanted. i wasn't good enough. and those thoughts hurt.
my vision was blurry. full of tears. i bumped into someone. my books fall, and i immediately bend down to pick them up. i look ahead, and see a hand, offering to help me up. i grab it and stand up straight. i looked at him. i don't know who he is. his brown curly hair sat perfectly on his head. his smile seemed to make me forget about everything. for a minute i forgot who i was. i forgot where i was.
"i'm so sorry for bumping into you. are you okay?" the boy asked.
"i'm okay. th-thankyou." i said back.
"i'm peter." he said.
"i'm bree."