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Good Enough?

Good Enough?

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"Why?" she utters Adrian turns to look at her, "What do you mean 'why'? "How could you? I thought we were friends!" Erika shouts at the girl clinging on to the boy. Pushing the girl at his side behind him, he says aggressively, "Do not bring her into this! she has done nothing wrong!" Erika scoffs, "You've known about my feelings for you for the past three years! You knew about this but you did not once decide that maybe me and you could be so good together.." she starts to choke up on her words, "No matter how many times you tried to hurt me, or plot against me, and even when you constantly rejected my feelings..I never gave up and...and I'm just really shock about this...honestly, " Erika, with tears in her eyes says, "I regret EVERYTHING." Then she turns and runs out of building swearing absolute revenge on everyone who had double crossed her. 'Was I just not good enough?'
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