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Eavesdropping

Benji

I let go of Milo, taking a step back from our hug, and looking at him.

"Thanks for being there for me, like you always are." I said, smiling.

He nodded, a light curve of his lips played over his face.

"Of course, Benji." He said, and did a slight wave to me, as he walked off to his class.

Thanks to me he was going to be about fifteen minutes late.

I felt bad, yes, he didn't have to do that for me.

But he did.

And that's milo.

I also felt bad for Ben.

I should've hugged him.

Yeah, but I feel like he would've just pushed me away, and ran away.

Plus, he has a right to be upset with me, I broke up with him.

And I do feel bad, of course I do.

I thought I loved him, when he was actually in love with me.

So far, it's the worst thing I've ever done. I'll be sorry for forever, But I know I was meant to love Ben, just in a different way.

And I do love him. I'd do anything for him.

But I'm not in love with him.

No, every time I even think of love, or of a simple chaste kiss to the cheek

Anytime I think of cuddling on a couch with a warm fuzzy blanket thrown over me

Or buying flowers for someone or going on cute dates

I think of jorge.

I think of him and his curly hair and how it bounces with each step he takes, like soft springs in the sunlight.

I think of how his laugh makes me happy, and wraps around me like a bubble, then pops and leaves a fizzy content feeling in my stomach.

I love him.

And I don't think I can ever stop.

Yeah, the things he did hurt me, and I'll always remember them.

But I'm going to look at the pain this last time, and really relish in it.

Then I'm going to look up, keep my head high, and move on.

I know I hurt him too, and I know there's going to be a part of me that won't understand it, and there's always going to be a part of him that won't understand what I went through.

But it's okay.

No one can ever truly know every aspect of what someone went through, and it's something you have to accept.

I turned on my heel, walking to my class.

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Syd's pov

I was in the hall, getting my books out of my locker for first period.

It wasn't much, just a history book and the work book.

I stacked them on top of each other, closing my locker and walking around the corner.

I wasn't looking at first, but then I heard voices.

The fuck? The bell rang.

I looked up, and saw three people.

Ben, at his locker, Benji in front of him, and trailing far behind them both was milo.