Her drained mascara was falling all out of place tonight and I was the reason for it. I knew I should have said something then and there, but I didn't. I held back because I was that much of an idiot to not say anything. Was I upset? Of course. But ironically this didn't matter to her. Instead, I received a lovely cold slap in the face. ❝Grow up Louis. The sooner, the better.❞ And then she walked off, leaving me with a sore wound and a broken heart.

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