Icepacks and bandages became a natural known thing to the boy. He never stopped trying to get her back, even if it meant him getting thrown to the ground and kicked in the stomach by her so-called friends everyday.
He wanted the girl who turned his days from foul and rugged to heaven and bliss back and he wouldn't stop just because of some scratches and cuts.
At night, he is always reminded of the times she would sneak into his room and hold him close to her after his father would tell him he was pathetic. All he ever wanted was his father to be proud of him. His father never approved of her so desperately he found someone else who only wanted sex, not love, and it made his father proud. For a small moment of time it was surreal, a father who was actually proud of him, but he realized that he didn't love the girl, he loved the girl who would sing to him as she played with his hair, twisting it around her fingers, making him fall asleep. He left the girl and his father was disappointed.
'Be a man and grow a pair. This is why your mother left you.'
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Short Storyshe was crying colours when her world was in black and white. she loved him. he loves her.
