Our friend leaves shortly after that, leaving me to wonder if she will yell at me before she kills me, or if she’ll just get it over with right off the bat. “So, it’s you,” distaste was clear in the tone of her voice, yet she continued to smile. I met her comment with silence, afraid that I might say the wrong thing. “I’m not a bear for crying out loud. Say something. I’m not gonna maul you if you sound dumb,” at this her expression changed to match her voice. I suppose being silent was more offensive than any reply my idiotic mind had offered instead. “I can’t believe it’s you,” I finally replied, not that it wasn’t obvious before; compared to her I wear my heart on my sleeve. “Can I just ask you something? Y’know, before I drag you into an alley and punch you in the face?” She was curious as usual. However, now her questions were more mature. Plus, y’know, the threats. “Anything.” “Why? Why did you leave me? Betray me? How could you turn your back on me? I thought we were friends? In it together, remember? Why would you ever let that go?!” She stands up, every question getting more aggressive as I shrink into my seat, “ Why would you ever let us go?! I thought you loved me!” The room was silent, tears threatened to fall from her eyes, her perfect eyes. I loved her then, and I love her now. I hang my head, my mind filled with guilt and shame for everything I’ve done. It feels as though millions of eyes are on me, and I can’t take it, neither can she. She wipes the tears from her eyes before they even get a chance to spill, and runs. I barely even get a chance to process that she’s gone, before I’m after her, nearly forgetting to pay for our drinks before I bolt out the door. As I look for her on the street, I can only see the green in her beautiful brown hair as she rounds the corner. Again, I find myself running, already out of breath by the time that I can catch up with her enough to see her entirely. I call her name. She keeps running. This time, I yell. I yell at the top of my lungs; I’m screaming her name. She turns to look, and our eyes meet.
Heyyy hope you like it, dw the story will continue probably sometime this week if not next week. I'm worried I made her too soft (since she's the brawn and all) near the end with the crying and all, but I think that it just shows how much he hurt her. Idk lemme know. Also, I used Bing AI to create this image and then fixed her extra finger using scratch. What do you think? Until the next time :D Pt. 1 (original story) : *Teach me how to link in scratch pls :'(
