She wouldn't leave her house for a week, telling her father who never approved of 'young relationships' that she was sick. Her mother had a feeling about what happened. She heard the muffled sound of crying late at night before she went to bed. The week after she lied about her health, she started to feel less sadness, and more anger. She went to school with her hair down and straight, the first time in years. She wore browns, greys, and blacks, unlike her usual pastels. No one understood this sudden change until he entered school with a different girl tightly enclosed to him.
People thinking this would cheer her up, kept giving their opinions on the new couple, telling her that they 'don't look good together' and 'it won't last long'. That's what they used to say about her and him but they were together for four years. Angry at the world, and the people, she made friends with the only group of people that never bothered her, the smokers. She believed that she fit in and they started telling her that smoking would make her feel better, forget about pain or anger. It did.
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Short Storyshe was crying colours when her world was in black and white. she loved him. he loves her.
