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My hands automatically came in contact with your cheeks.

Your face titled side ways.

Others gasping and shocked from my actions.

But not me.

I know what I did.

I slapped you.

Right across your face.

And you deserved it.

My breathing heavy and heart beating loud against my ribcage.

You slowly turned your head towards me, face showing visible shock as others.

I gritted my teeth, a tear flowing down my eyes.

"Don't you dare play with me again!"

I grunted, clenching my fist tight digging holes inside you.

Breathing out one last time I walked pass you, bumping my shoulder harshly with yours.

I went from there.

I ran.

Eyes getting blurred because of the tears which now flowed uncontrollably.

I was lost.

Didn't noticed that I was running on the busy road.

So lost, that I never knew I will regret.

A regret which you were the cause of.

When my body collided with the speeding car and I was thrown away on the road like a useless trash can.

I lied there unmoved. Crowd gathering around me muttering and maybe calling for help.

My head throbbing from the pain.

But I still remember you though.

A Playgirl.




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