"where's she?" he asked
"who the f-ck you talkin' about?"
"the girl who called with your phone."
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in which a boy follows a girl around trying to get some information from her.
[lowercase intended]
his smile faded as he looked down. that's when my heart broke. I was worried that the pain in his eyes would amplify after he sees the girl, who I assumed to be his ex, with another man.
"don't worry about it," i said, managing to offer a small smile. "I think I would have done the same if I were you."
"well, I hope that you never get the chance to do something like this," he laughed.
how did he even manage to put a smile on his face?
"uh, she's in one of the rooms with someone else."
he looked up to meet my eyes and I could see the heart shapes in his eyes shattering to pieces.
"oh yeah? uh what's the room number?"
just as I was about to give it to him, a voice in my head screamed, warning me not to. I thought about it and decided to listen to that voice. for once, I didn't have a hard time making a decision. I knew that sending him there will only cause him more pain. maybe I should have let him see for himself and move on, but pain on top of open wounds would only leave a bigger scar. it's better to have a wound reopened than have it expand.
"uh, I said she was in one of the rooms."
"what?" his eyes snapped at me and I could see the irritation boiling up inside.
"she was here," I repeated. "she left a couple of minutes ago."
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