She cared, much to her displeasure. He didn't care, much to her displeasure. She was technically over him, in teenage terms - but in the big picture she still needed him. His overly worried expression when she did something wrong, his rambling about things she couldn't care less about and many other things impacted her final decision... But damn, did she regret it? Maybe the light in his eyes when he saw her for the first time in a while, and the way his smile could brighten hers that little more buried all his faults, not that he had many. She knew his deepest secrets, but damn, he knew hers. She threw it away, and she 'moved on', but now that he has REALLY moved on... Will she move on?
The fingers that interlaced with his weren't hers. The lips that were pressed against his weren't hers. The arms that held him weren't hers and the voice that cheered him up wasn't hers. She wasn't his. He wasn't hers. But he had another 'her'. She knew she'd never quite have another 'him'.
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Short StoryAlmost 200 short stories to get your blood pumping, your skin crawling and your mind racing. Nostalgic, interesting, current, real-life experiences in a creative form. *disclaimer: some of these short pieces reference issues such as mental illness...
