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Alright so this is what happened:

I gave a Christmas card to Louisa, via another friend of mine. I mean I gave Page a card too but it was because I didn't want to be suspicious and all. But I'm already aware that they both know my intentions. Still, it was nice regardless.

And then a few days ago, the club celebrated Christmas. I mean, it was nice and all. 

But...

There was a time I sat next to her and I could her sigh. I noticed that she was probably tired of me. No, she IS tired of me. I know that, but I don't know how to move on. It's killing me. I should've killed my feelings from the start.

I felt my heart break.

And I felt my day become ruined.

Again.

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