It was Tuesday.
I'll never forget that day. Because it was the day Bryan gave me a sweet memory to forever remember. Whenever I hear the songs from The Beatles, only Bryan came in mind. How he held my hand, and dance with me in front of everyone.
I hated Prom. But Bryan made me like Prom.
It was after Prom that I hated the most. Bryan stopped talking to me. I recap everything that happened that night in order to identify my mistake.
Now, looking at Bryan holding someone's hand is... Painful to watch.
Especially when I'm listening to "Hey jude"
Especially when I'm listening to "Hey jude" and witnessing them holding hands.
No longer The Beatles remind me of us but it's this awful memory now.
Thank you for ruining my life Bryan. And I'm sorry for ruining yours.
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And he blames God. (Completed)
Short StoryWhen she understood what was going on, it was too late.
