I sighed and thrust a hand through my hair, combing through my purple curls.
I screwed up big this time.
Avery was ignoring me. She wouldn't even talk to me or for any matter, text me.
I kicked at the gravel rocks and let out an angry shout.
"Damn it!" I yelled. "Fuck the world and the people in it! Life fucking sucks!"
I sunk to the ground in broken sobs, covering my face with my hands.
"Oh my God," I sobbed. "I miss you more than ever Avery. I should've told you that it was my fault. And now I'm alone and it's all my fault. Mum really was right. I am worthless and I will never make it."
And right there, I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder and I looked up.
"Avery," I sniffled. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to apologise to my girlfriend."
YOU ARE READING
The Tears In Her Eyes
Non-FictionThis is my story. My name is Cordaye Kalio. On this day, April 1st, my girlfriend Avery Vega, was shot and killed instantly, jumping in front of a bullet that was meant for me. I decided to share this story because I needed people to know.
