It was cold. Too cold for shorts, but she had planned the perfect outfit so this weather wasn’t going to stop her. She needed to make him sorry. Needed to make him wish he had never left her. It sounded shallow, but when you are broken down to nothing, shallow is all you have.
The minutes on the clock passed by. Slowly at first. Then quickly. 12:00… 12:15… 12:30… 12:45…
“Are you still coming?” she asked.
No response. More time goes by until she gets the response she didn’t want to hear. He wasn’t coming. A whole morning wasted waiting on a boy who had no interest in her love OR her friendship.
Chance after chance had been given. How much can one person take? She vowed that she wouldn’t walk away. She vowed she wouldn’t be like his mom. Or like the other girls. She was better than that. Stronger. But she didn’t know how much longer she could do it for.
It killed her. It hurt when he was there and it hurt when he was gone. Today was supposed to have been a good day. A friendship rekindled. The step that needed to be taken.
But instead she sits by the pond. Freezing in her shorts, writing a story about a boy who doesn’t care.
thats how every story with a boy sounds..or else they are close and don't realize you are standing right there...i love you biter ;)
ReplyDeleteAwww....but there is always a tomorrow...and so the story goes on!
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