Her fingertips were burning. The skin was aggressively red. Her hand was beginning to shake. She held it in place nonetheless.
Then, with a sudden motion of her other hand, she withdrew the lighter back, the flame dying out.
Soon, blisters will form on her fingertips.
For now, she stared at them without moving, not hurrying to put her hand under the icy water to soothe the burned skin.
It was early morning, still an hour before she'd normally wake up for school. She couldn't sleep at all.
What am I going to do now?
She wasn't sure if she wanted to go to school - she wasn't sure if she wanted to find out what's going to happen to her and Oscar. Not knowing was better, still left a place for hope.
Of course, logically, he'll stop being ber friend. Stop talking to her and eating lunch. They would stop hanging out together as well if some other classmates invite them out.
That was what she wanted in the end, was it not?
She wasn't all that sure about what it actually was that she wanted.
No!
I do not want to be friends with him anymore and I know it. I don't want to because it hurt.
Not being friends with him will hurt as well, but differently and maybe more. But it would also mean spending less time with him. And more time for Jeanette to try to forget about him, the pain eventually lessening as time would go by.
If only there was a way she could erase the emotions and feelings flowing inside her. If only there was a way to erase herself.
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RomanceWarning! The story contains mentions of self-harm, reader discretion is advised The story of Jeanette, a girl who met Oscar, found friends, fell in love, got her heart broken, fell and got up again.
