Seeing them like this, she had a flashback of their fight.
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"We are done. He is much better at everything and makes me happier!" she yelled, packing her stuff leaving unimportant things behind. I tried holding her wrist to ask her what I've done. It didn't work, so I hugged her from behind, trying to stop her. "Let me go. I don't wanna be with you." Hearing these from her made my heart ache. I tightened my grip but she pushed me away. My legs grew weaker by the second and as I hit the ground she slammed the door. At that moment I wanted to keep falling even if I already hit the ground. I guess it was true that the people who mattered the most, ended up hurting us more deeply. Tears running down my cheeks, I just sat there. The worst goodbyes were the ones that were never said or explained.
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She snapped back to reality as more people joined the crowd. A line slowly forming in front of her with people holding her books in their hands.
YOU ARE READING
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Historia CortaStory about two ex lovers. =+= very short chapters =+= contains self harm=+= 'One day, I'm gonna forget and that's when you'll start to remember.'
