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It wasn't everyday. Everyday he ignored her, everyday she felt worthless, meaningless. "It'll get better," everyone said. But what happens when nothing seems to be getting better?
Thoughts filled the girls mind. "Text him. Call him. Ask him too hang out.... break up with him. You know what he is doing so why aren't you letting go?" Letting go. Why is letting go harder? How does one let go? All the memories, how do you get rid of them without regret? -
The girl made her way into school. Her face pale and fragile. There was no need to dress up, or more like no one to dress up for. The sound of his laugh filled her ears. The laugh the girl has heard so many times. The laugh the girl fell in love with. Her gaze lifted, burdened with the weight of unshed tears, betraying the ache of a heart too heavy to bear..
There he stood, her supposed boyfriend, lost in a sea of adoring fans. The labels they shared felt hollow, devoid of the warmth and commitment she had once believed in. His reassurances now echoed painfully in her mind, a bitter reminder of broken promises and shattered trust.
His smile widened as he turned towards the approaching voice, his gaze alight with joy at the sight of her. The name echoed like a dagger in her heart, a reminder of the betrayal that lingered between them. Watching them together, she grappled with conflicting emotions, torn between admiration for the angelic figure and the searing ache of jealousy and resentment towards Heather.
In the depths of her despair, a fleeting thought crossed her mind: yearning for the ease and affection that seemed to effortlessly flow between them, longing to escape the pain of unrequited love.
