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I Hoped
I sit in class as though in a daze, staring straight ahead. My eyes water, and I have to blink back tears.
I should've known, right? That this would happen? That he'd hurt me? Is it really that easy for someone to overlook me? To move on? To not want me anymore?
Tears well up and I close my eyes. I don't want to cry. Not here. Not now.
I thought he would be different. I know that every girl who's ever been hurt thinks that about someone, but I hoped. I hoped.
I try not to think about it. I dig my fingernails into my wrists to feel that sharp bite of pain. What did I do to deserve this? Did I chase him away? What about me made me so undesirable?
Months. Months of learning about each other. Months of being right for each other. He told me I was his sun. Was it all a lie? Was it just some game to see how easy it is for me to fall for some one?
I pull him to me in the hallway and hug him. Just seeing his face makes me want to cry and tell him I love him.
But I don't.
I let him walk away the way he's letting me.
Is this the way it should be?
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