Tears

Her story

Now
As I sit there clutching the pillow to my chest stilfling the sobs that threaten to be loud enough to hear I think back to the day this all started. The day I met HIM.

His Story

Now
I shouldn't have come. She will kill me if she knew I was here so it's probably a good thing her mom answers the door. Her mom invites me in which makes me think that she doesn't know about the dance. We exchange small talk for a few minutes until the wait is unbearable. I interrupt. Is she home? I ask. Sure thing. Replies her mom. "Wait here" a moment later she comes back down and tells me to go on up. I'm surprised that she would see me. I could tell she was heartbroken when she saw my ex kiss me. I go upstairs and knock in her closed door. The blaring music(Selena Gomez?) immediately shuts off. A moment later she opens the door a crack. Her face is in an indifferent mask but I can see the pain and fury behind her eyes. I can't help but remember the last time I saw her in this much pain.