"Dictionary of love." He holds up a book.
He takes a bite out his sandwich.
He obviously saw me and sat next to me.
"Love does not exist." I say monotone in my voice.
"And she speaks." he smiles widely.
"Love is for idiots. For people as a distraction in their lives. Don't call me Hazel." I internally shiver.
He calls me Hazel.
Not Ronan.
I pick up his 'dictionary of love',
And throw it on his head.
Walking away I realized if Ronan keeps this up.
He'll turn into him.
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Please don't love me
PoetryJulia is afraid to be judged. The fear of the pain she would feel comes to overtake her mind. She has become distant to her peers and family. College is her main goal, she never looks back. Even after leaving Ronan.
