She can't help but cry. In the floor of her dead boyfriends room. She can't even believe all of this is happening. Why? What did she do? Why was he a spy? Every question earth could think of was running through her mind.
Did he ever love her? Was it all fake? Well, now she can't even get up. Her legs are moving so fast that her body feels like a fireball. How did all of this happen?
" Noooooooooo!" She cries. " Please tell me this isn't happening!!!!" The tears come down faster. She can feel the rest of her face dry, as the other half is soaked, and her eyes are like a waterfall.
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There's No Such Thing As Too Young
Teen FictionHi. My name is Hannah Coalson. I wrote this because it felt like a relationship I had even though nobody was hurt. So enjoy reading this. I made this for Emma Keppe:)
