Draft #3 *scroll down* That one miserable day a month ago, She sobbed into my shoulder. I hugged her while she shed her tears, Because all I could do was hold her. It was the start of recess, I was walking out of class. But then I saw her sobbing. Tears were coming, thick and fast. I didn’t even ask what’s wrong, ‘She’s sad’, is all I knew. I comforted her, because I’ll always be there, ‘I’m with you, through and through.’. The rest of the entire day, I could tell that she was sad. The grin she wore while in classes, Was the last sliver of mental control she had. I was there for her, I truly was. I’ve never dared to lie. But what happened recently, It was enough to make me cry. But when the tears fell from my eyes, And I stood to leave, She didn’t even offer me a second glance, Which made me feel so naïve. She didn’t even apologise, Or show any sort of guilt. And because of that, I don’t think what we had will ever be rebuilt. We didn’t even give eye contact; Or give each other any form of speech, *discontinued*
