That's when it hits me. Like a goddamn, motherfucking truck. The years of stealing glances, blushing profusely and crying weren't just because I had a crush. I was in love. I didn't just like them, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with them. But I was an idiot, and I told him and surprise, he didn't feel the same. I've fucked it up, I need him in my life, even just as a friend, but that will never happen, he won't even look at me anymore. He hates me, so I have to avoid him everyday. All at once I feel a surge of pain and regret. All of our moments playing in my mind, all the times we laughed, all the times he smiled at me, and looked at me as a friend. It's all gone. And now I want to be gone too.
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It's Better To Be Held Than Holding On
Short StoryA girl who always realises things too late. Spolier: Trigger warning: suicide
