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𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐓𝐎cry into my sleeve, why doesn't he love me? why can't he just tell me i'm the one for him? why her?
i tried to calm down, but my breathing kept increasing all the more. over some dumb little crush.
flashback
maybe this'll make him love me. i smiled to myself as i held tightly onto flowers and a chocolate cake i had made this morning.
i decided to meet him at the dx since his shift wasn't yet over. i made myself more beautiful than i was the other day, i bought an expensive pink dress and white loafers and white laced socks.
i walked through the dx doors, the door rang causing the two people making out behind the counter to look up at me.
soda.
"oh, hey susan." he smiled at me. "who are those for?" he asks me.
i try not to let the tears fall. "steve," i blurt out.
"do you want me to give them to him?" he questions. i shake my head.
"i can give them to him at home." i shrug. "you seem pretty busy yourself anyways." forcing a chuckle out.
he laughs as well, while i leave.
i ran down the street, i threw the flowers into the trash can outside of the dx, not even caring about how much i paid for it.
i stomp on the chocolate cake, making it crumble in half. steve would hate me for this. but i already hate me so it doesn't matter.
i run and run until i'm home. i plan on crying and eating all night. because he doesn't love me...
end of flashback
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there was a knock at my door. "susan? are you okay?" steve's voice sounded from the other side of the door.
"yeah, just going to bed early." i fake yawned, resting my head on my pillow. i just hoped he wouldn't see how much of a mess i looked.
"okay...soda told me you have something to give me?" his voice sounded excited, but i didn't have anything anyways.
"soda's just being funny, steve." i say.
"hm." he mumbled. "sleep tight." he says.
my sobs were silent now, so i wouldn't wake steve. now i'm being childish over some boy who'll never love me. or even look at me like he does all the other girls on the streets?
