From perspective of a girl called Meda:
Walking down the street my heart racing. Did that really just happen? I felt a surge of red flush over my face as I looked at the ground. On my face, I felt a tear trickle down my red cheeks. It was all over I thought. I wanted to hide and sink into the earth. Had that really just happened?
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Pablo Esquapaedo
RomanceMark and reader get down Shout out anyone who's liked mark That means you meda and Abby
