Waking Up

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Isabella's POV


I hit my alarm and shut it off.

I sit up slowly and immediately hate myself.


My head hurts so much from last night.


One year.


He left one year ago.


He broke me one year ago.



I thought he was my best friend.


He said he felt sorry that I was so fragile that he decided to take care of me.



But he was sick of taking care of me.


He needed his own life.


So he left.


I remember all his hugs, all the times we laughed and goofed off.


I remember his smell.


I miss him so much and he never cared about me.



I start to cry again.



I pull myself out of bed and into the shower and put on my anthem of the day.



"Na na na na.... The smell of your skin lingers on me now.. you're probably on your way back to your hometown."
The songs plays.

I close my eyes and let the hot water hit me.

I take in the song and let it calm me down.


I get out and put on my underwear and bra. I grab my blue skinny jeans a black tank top and a white zip up hoodie.


I straighten my hair and do my eyeliner and put on some lip gloss.

I run downstairs and grab breakfast before walking out the door to school.

It's a short ride in my little car.


I arrive and park in my spot and walk to my locker.

As I walk towards the door a bunch of people stand hovered around someone.


As I get closer my breathing halts and my hands get cold as the one and only person I wasn't expecting to see stands there talking.

I put my head down and curtain my face with my hair.

I run past into the school.


I can't let him see me like this.



I walk to my locker and meet my friend Shae.



"Was that?" He asks.


I nod.


"I thought he'd move to China." He says.



"He never told me where he was going." I say.


"Wait, you mean to tell me that after you guys were that close he didn't even tell you where he was going?" He says.


"Yeah, we didn't really leave on a good note. Can we not talk about him?" I say.


"Sure" he says putting an arm around my shoulder and walking me down the hall.


Away from the door.


Away from the pain.

Away from Han.

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 20, 2020 ⏰

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