I heard Corey's car door slam and I cringed, bracing myself for the verbal assault I was sure to face. My bedroom door slammed deafeningly against the wall.
'Grace! How could you!'
'I-'
'No, I don't want to hear your pathetic excuses! I really, really liked him and you chased him away. What kind of sister even does that?' Elaine crossed her arms, her steely gaze resting on me as her heeled boot tapped incessantly on the floor.
'He was a jerk!' I crossed my own arms, mirroring my sister's stance. Legs apart. Chin raised.
'But I love him.'
'No you don't.'
'You don't even know what love is.' Elaine seethed.
'I love you, don't I?'
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Short Story❝I wish we could live forever,❞ I muttered. ❝Me too,❞ whispered Elaine, ❝me too.❞
