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"hey andrea."
"im still mad at you."
"why? because i have a girlfriend."
"no, because you didn't tell me."
"sorry. i will next time."
"ok."
"well what did you do yesterday."
scrapes the fork against the plate pushing the salad back and forth.
"well,"
she wasn't sure if she should tell him, but she didn't want to lie.
"will is like my new counselor now. he's helping me, after we watched a movie and snuggled on the couch."
he broke away from her gaze, not wanting to meet her eyes.
"oh..."
"yeah."
"is he actually helping you?"
she stabbed a piece of the salad, the forks sharp metals going through a piece of chicken as well, bringing it up to her mouth, and eating it, answering his question.
"i'll see you later."
"what? wait! nash!"
runs towards him sliding her hand into his, making him turn around.
pain, regret, and emptiness filled his eyes.
he turned around and went inside the school.
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Short Storyi drew a butterfly on my wrist, in hopes that this feeling would no longer persist, but things got bad and i started to cry, so the butterfly on my wrist had to die. once again i tried to set myself free, but it seems my thoughts have stolen the ke...
