I wish I was heather

Heather

I remember on the third of december we were happy. I was laughing without a care in the world running around in the snow, just wearing a shirt and leggings. You were worried that I would get a cold. We were happy then.

You gave me your red sweater and said it looked better on me than it did on you. I blushed and my heart skipped a beat. If only you knew how much I liked you. But you seemed distracted, my your eyes wandered. I looked at what you were looking at, a beautiful blonde haired girl, with long slim legs and bright blue eyes. Her smile was entrancing and attracted everyone like moths to a candle. My heart sank as tears filled my eyes. As she walks by she has you mesmerized, while I die inside.

Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty. You lead me on, making me feel like I was someone special but im just another girl that you can throw away as soon as someone prettier, someone better comes along. I knew I would get hurt, I knew I never stood a chance against Heather. You gave her your sweater like you did with me. I shouldn't be upset about that, its just polyester but you like her better. I can see it in your eyes as she walks past. The way you smile at her , you never smiled at me like that. The way you hug her, you never hugged me. I wish I was Heather.

Watch as she stands there holding your hand. You put your arm around her shoulder pure love and awe in your eyes as you steal a look at her. I'm getting colder as I wrap an arm around my waist protecting myself from the cold wind of december. I hate Heather. But how could I hate her? She's just an angel, everyone knows it, everyone sees it. She's an angel but I wish she was dead as she walks by. Everyone's eyes on her as she wears your sweater. You smile at me and I smile back with a small flame of hope burning inside. I know you'll never like me as long as Heather's around.

Her eyes are brighter than the blue sky and she's got you memerised while I die.Why would you ever kiss me? How could you do that to me? Making me feel that you loved me like I loved you. You gave her your sweater but its just polyester to her. But to me it was so much more than just polyester. You like her better than me, I can't even compare. I wish I was Heather. I really wish I was Heather.

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This was my first short story, I hope you like it!