Dear Diary,
It's nearly one in the morning. He's still there. I heard his mom come home, asking him why he was sitting on my porch. But after a hushed conversation, I watched as she slapped him upside the head, yelling at him that he wasn't welcome home until he apologized. He tried to tell her that he'd apologized hundreds of times, but I wasn't talking to him.
She simply nodded. "That's a smart girl then. You hurt her, Isaac. If I were her, I wouldn't talk to you either. I thought you two were dating, and now I find out that you basically led her on? I've raised you better than that."
He was furious. "Did you really? How many times have you been married, Mom? How many times have you been led on? Don't you yell at me, claiming that I've led her on. Do you genuinely think that I would do that on purpose? I had no clue that Rebecca was going to try and shove her tongue down my throat. And what in the hell are you talking about, 'I've raised you better than that'? You shipped me off to fucking California when life got 'too hard' for you! For your son! So instead of being an adult and raise your son who wanted nothing more than to be here with his mother and his biggest crush, no, you send me away like an unwanted orphan." He was still yelling, but backed away from the window. I heard the door next door slam shut, and I knew that Isaac was finished yelling.
I crawled back over to the window, studying him. He held his head in his hands, sobbing. His entire body was quaking with each sob that came from his body. I've never seen him cry before. It tore me to pieces.
Before I knew what was happening, I was already sending a text message.
Don't cry.
Love, Gwen
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RomanceGwen had an interesting childhood. Living next door to a musical prodigy gave her the chance to learn how to play instruments, and understand just what effect music has on somebody. But when that neighbor, Isaac, moved to California, she was complet...
