She was crying in her bedroom.
She cried all the time while listening to Jake Bugg's songs.
Not because they were sad. Of course they were.
It was because she thought Jake was like the blue-eyed boy from Maths.
Sweet and broken. Just like a sad song.
And so she cried alone, in her bedroom, every night before she fell asleep.
She cried silently, even though she knew nobody would hear her if she screamed.
But she didn't. She never did.
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Sadness
Short StoryHe was broken. She was, too. She wanted to fix him. Maybe she was the only one who could.
