The distance between the friendship of Emilee and Brooklyn stretches and stretches up to their breaking point.
"Emilee?" Brooklyn asks, taking my hair behind my ear.
"Oh my gosh. Emilee! Are you hurt?" He's eyes suddenly grows wide with concern.
"Yeah... I am." I say with sad eyes. I think we both know I'm not talking about the soccer ball hitting my head anymore.
I stand up, and fix my skirt and top. I begin to walk away, but he reached for my wrist.
"Emilee I'm sorry." He says, looking into my eyes. I nod.
"I'm sorry for me too. I wasted my time thinking you still care." I spit out.
"I- I still care." He replies.
"You sure as hell didn't show it." I say with anger, but control with my voice.