The boy didn't bother to ask his mom what she thought of the girl. Nor did she vy to tell him, proving that she didn't care.
They entered the house and she collapsed onto the couch, hands shaking as she fumbled to pull out a cigarette. She hadn't brought the pack to the girl's house.
The boy watched his mom drag in a breath, smoking a white ring as she sagged against the couch.
You don't care about me, do you? He asked her.
She replied Why would you say that?
The girl. I really like her the boy said.
The mom didn't answer. After standing there for a minute, the boy turned and walked down the narrow hall to his room.
He snatched his phone from his pocket and threw it against the bedroom window. There was a crack as a splinter appeared among the glass.
Hands clenched in his hair, the boy fell back onto the bed. He fell asleep without changing into his pyjamas. Without calling the girl.
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RomanceShe is a flower. Fragile, innocent & full of life. He is wilting. Broken, but pretending. The only thing that can save him is love. They meet, and their stories collide. *
