Evelyn
I stood up, grabbing my crutch and walked over to the window.
The sky was a dull grey, and everything in its surrounding seemed gloomy.
I hadn't heard from Ethan since that day he stormed off in the hospital. Maybe that was good.
I always think of him having found a new girlfriend. A prettier, more talented one with longer hair and a sweet smile. She probably brightens up his life more than I ever did.
I bet they watch movies together, and laugh about jokes only they understand. Because that's true love, something some of us will never ever have.
I stared at the glass of water beside the pills on my bedside table. I hadn't taken any, and already felt a migrane coming on.
Did I miss him? No, I didn't.
Maybe?
I did. There was no way around the desire I felt for his touch, or to hear him laugh once more.
The desire for his love and affection, that someone else was enjoying right now.
I didn't know what to do.
So I did the only thing I could think of.
I called him, for the first time in what seemed like an eternity apart.
What I did might've been shocking.
But what shocked me even more was the fact that he actually picked up.
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Teen Fiction'I'm young and I'm foolish, I make bad decisions I block out the news, turn my back on religion Don't have no degree, I'm somewhat naïve I've made it this far on my own But lately, that sh*t ain't been gettin' me higher I lift up my head and the...
