d e a r r o s e ,
remember that boy we both liked growing up? he had these bright green eyes and dark, almost as dark as my black converse, curly hair? and then his dimples, oh his dimples used to make us weak at the knees. his name was ashton.
your going out with him now. despite the fact that when we were seven, we crossed our heart, hoped to die, gummy worm swear, [ though we weren't very smart for our age, nothing seemed to rhyme ] that if we liked someone, the other wouldn't date him.
i now sit a table in the back of the cafeteria. they added it because too many freshmen were sitting on the field, which was of course not acceptable. i sit alone.
and you always sit facing me, but i'm never catching your attention.
when ashton kisses you, i feel a sharp pain in my chest. it hurts, why does it hurt? it shouldn't. i don't like him anymore. right?
and then he pulls you in for a hug, and thats when your eyes lock with mine. your lips curl into a small smile, a triumphant smile.
i know the reason of that smile.
it's because you won.
s i n c e r e l y c h a r l i e
YOU ARE READING
torn
Teen Fiction❝ and slowly her body turned to bones and her mind into ash. as for her smile, it was nonexistent ❞
