I sat there with Hope for at least an hour but most likely more. She's a good friend, just letting me be a complete mess around her. Eventually I had my mom pick me up, and I had to explain everything again to her.
Just as the "I'm sorry" and the "you poor thing" and other pitying phrases I heard stopped they started again. I don't want to hear these things, I just want to be alone. No, that's a lie. I don't want to be alone. I want to be with Izzy.
I wanted to talk to her so badly I tried anything to connect with her in any way. I started texting her, I don't know why, I just did.
Delaney: Izzy please tell me this was a lie
Delaney: Izzy please tell me this was some sick joke
Delaney: I promise I won't be mad if it's a joke
Delaney: please let this be a joke
Delaney: I'm sorry
Delaney: please tell me if I can fix this
Delaney: first Daisy
Delaney: now you
Delaney: I'm sorry
Delaney: I must be being punished, and you have suffered because of it
Delaney: what's the point? Why am I texting you? As much as I want it, you can't reply. You'll never reply again.
Delaney: you can't change reality
Delaney: this is my reality now
Delaney: my horrible reality
Delaney: my reality that is nowhere near perfect since you're gone
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Perfect and imperfect
Teen FictionA true love story. Based on a true story (...that hasn't exactly completely happened yet) Yes Zoë. I am actually doing this. THIS IS NOT EDITED!
