You completely ignored my texts.
I thought about going to your place.
To see if you were okay.
But I didn't.
Cause that would be dangerous.
But I had to know.
I didn't want to live with the guilt of not checking on you if anything ever happened.
So I decided to go to your place.
No matter how bad it was for me.
I texted you.
You didn't respond.
So I went.
And I knocked.
You didn't answer.
I checked the doorknob.
It was unlocked.
I saw you there.
With another girl.
The girl from a few months ago.
You were doing what couples do.
That made me want to crumble.
So I did.
I couldn't feel anything anymore.
Except for the fact that I collapsed.
You looked concerned.
But you had no right to be concerned.
You just wanted what other couples had.
Which would've been fine.
If you told me.
You called the ambulance.
But it was too late.
I laid by your feet.
Tear streaks on my face.
As your face formed into guilt.
Good.
I hope you feel guilt for the rest of your life.
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12 Months
Historia Corta12 months is all she has to make this work. Years of staring at the boy by the park through her window. Maybe it's time to take a risk. Or maybe it would be too dangerous.
