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I run home quickly the streets passing quickly as if it was becoming a blur, my tears distorting my vision. Each day was growing worse and more painful. Each day made up of harsh, explicit words, shoves and things that no one should have to endure and go through. The tears kept slipping into my hair, making them stick to my face that had become red and patchy but still I tried effortlessly to wipe them with the back of my hand while running. The few keyrings on my bag jingle with my movement and are the only sound in my lonely neighbourhood.
How much longer could I keep going like this?
How much more could I tolerate? I still had nearly 2 years left of this hell . 2 years of high school. I don't even know why they say the things they do. I've never thought that I'm that hideous even though I'm far from beautiful and I am reserved and quiet, never talking to anyone and I stayed well out of their way. Events keep replaying in my mind making me choke, the pain in my cheek and lip still throbbing;
My gaze falls to my feet as she shouts insults at me, I try not to show that I'm hurting inside. What else can i do? The group of students hang around, watching like I'm an actor on a TV screen. She stops yelling and suddenly I feel her hand on my face. I stumble backwards and blood trickles from my lip. I'm not a freak. She flips her strawberry blonde hair, smacking her over-glossed lips and turns to leave, her shoes clicking down the hall as people disperse. I let the blood drop into my shaking hand, inching down my locker.
I shiver remembering every single detail from today, but it was just the same as so many of the others. It was hard enough at school yet home was no better, my parents constantly fighting - a never-ending war and my sister wasn't here to protect me, Clarrisa was already off at college leaving me to fight every one of my own battles without support or the help I need even with her phone calls.
My feet keep hitting the ground the world slowly crumbling around me, my mind running through the hopeless options how to ease the burn my heart constantly felt but as I finally turn down the corner of my home street my body fling back, the few books I was struggling to carry flying out of my hands onto the concrete beside me.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry- Are you okay?" I groan slightly pushing onto my elbows at the sound of his voice as he gestures his hand out to me. A boy, tall in stature with eyes that matched the sky and a jawline that was sharp that complimented a mass of blonde hair on top of his head. He was lean and his shirt wrapped around his shoulders nicely. If I wasn't whimpering at the pain in my chest, I might have stopped to appreciate how attractive the young boy was. He stared in my eyes and his expression changed dramatically,
"No! did I make you cry!? I didn't mean to I'm so sorry-" he kept blabbing on and on as I sniffed trying to gain control over my emotions to save myself from embarrassment.
"No don't worry" I sigh "it's just because of um school," I whispered still sniffing
"School? I loved school..." he said in a bit of a daze picking up the geometry textbook
"Well, maybe, some people can't agree.." I mumbled bending down to pick up more of my school books and my phone which had somehow survived the collision. He bends down next to me helping me collect the random items that didn't fit in my little bag and gently catch each other's eyes, my aching heart wishing for something different to happen but realise its stupid to think. I straighten up, standing with my last might as he passes the few he picked up still quiet in thought, watching me carefully like something... precious.
"uh... My name is Corbyn." He says putting his hand out to shake my hand.
"( Y/n )." You whispered again shaking it softly which he gently smiles at;
"That's a beautiful name" you blush but from the crying, was covered by the redness of my cheeks. I hated the hope burning inside me as he stared at me as my breathing become regular and the heaviness felt like it was easing away.
"Well I don't want to be nosey but you seem really upset and so I was- uh wondering if I could- um-take you to get something like pancakes..? I know a place right down the road"
I can hardly believe your ears, the kindness like honey and his eyes melting my insides. I nod softly and his amazing smile falls back onto his lips.
We both walked to the little diner downtown, not far from my house like he said, styled in a vintage way with checkered lino and leather seats - the kind of thing seen on Pinterest and he ordered a stack to share and two milkshakes before making his way back to the booth where I sat awkwardly and silently.
"Soooo, tell me how you are ( y/n ). I'm here to listen, what's happening at school..?" he delicately says and the words poured at his sweet and trusting nature, weeks upon weeks of events, feelings, ideas and hurt falling out of my mouth to the lovely stranger sitting across from me. He nodded every now and again to show he was listening and it felt comforting that in this horrid situation called life that someone.. could listen. He felt like an old friend who you hadn't spoken to for ages but as soon as we were together again it felt like nothing had changed, and from the flipping feeling in my stomach he was something entirely unknown to me. I breathed heavily the last few sentences finishing and a few tears slipping down my cheek in triumph.
"... I don't know what to say... I don't understand. Why you? we met- what an hour ago and you seem like the most real and down to earth person I've met in a while. Like I clearly don't know a lot about you but you seem loyal, intelligent and I'm hoping you don't mind that I say this but gorgeous... why would anyone do that to you?" I felt the instant redness swelling to my face at his words.
What the didn't realise though in this moment of her extreme blushing and his mind swirling at how beautiful she is, was what their relationship would turn to in the years to come. The text and calls began the minute he dropped her home with a shielding hug and his number in her contacts and soon they were best friends. His family noticed his sudden interest in the girl who was slowly rebuilding herself with his love and support and knew that it wasn't long until they were dating. Before she knew it she was graduating with him by her side as her loving boyfriend, attended university as his music career began to bloom and she soon secured a well-paying job and years after their collision on the corner of her street, he asked her to marry him.
