newyorkmind
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The distance between the friendship of Emilee and Brooklyn stretches and stretches up to their breaking point.
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"Emilee?" Brooklyn asks, taking my hair behind my ear.
"Oh my gosh. Emilee! Are you hurt?" He's eyes suddenly grows wide with concern.
"Yeah... I am." I say with sad eyes. I think we both know I'm not talking about the soccer ball hitting my head anymore.
I stand up, and fix my skirt and top. I begin to walk away, but he reached for my wrist.
"Emilee I'm sorry." He says, looking into my eyes. I nod.
"I'm sorry for me too. I wasted my time thinking you still care." I spit out.
"I- I still care." He replies.
"You sure as hell didn't show it." I say with anger, but control with my voice.