My friends say I don't have joy in my eyes when I smile or laugh. They say that it only lasts for one second before disappearing, ever since you said those three words. I wouldn’t be surprised if it were true. I’m certain everything changed that day. It was a sad day for me. I think I cried nearly twenty times. You’re probably over it, or you don’t care. I do, though, as it still hurts me to think about it. That day I went up to you. “Hi, Natalie.” I hugged her before turning to you. “Hi, Savannah!” I don’t know why, but I didn’t hug you at that point. Everything about you just told me not to. Your stance, face, and energy told me to not touch you. “Why are you talking to me?” You asked. “Because you’re my friend,” I responded, laughing slightly at the question. “No, I’m not.” No, I’m not. Those three stupid words are still in my brain, haunting my thought, haunting my dreams, and keeping me awake at night. It makes me wonder what I did to deserve this. Everything was fine the last time we had talked, a week previously. Maybe that was the reason, though. I was hanging out with other people too much instead of hanging out with you. I have no idea what brought this on, but that’s my thought because I don’t have anything else to say. I wish I could tell you everything I felt, but it would hurt me too much and you probably wouldn’t even care anyway. I’ll just keep being haunted by those three little words. The words that broke my heart worse than any boy ever could. . . . No, I’m not . . .
For google for the project. For my irl ex-friend for inspiration. 10 hearts = part 2
