She lies sobbing, hating it all. Screams can be heard from the bar down the street. Of course they left her. They always do. Use her and then leave her.
Everyone does that and it hurts just a little less each time. At least they will remember her. Everytime someone leaves they say they will never forget her and all she can do is take their word. She's 'unforgettable' and 'beatiful' and 'kind' and 'special' and 'sweet' but 'tough' at the same time.
She doesn't agree though. She isn't all those things. She's forgetable for sure. Beautiful? Definitely both. Kind is the antonym of what she's is. Special is the last thing to describe her.
If you think a rotten apple is sweet, then sure. Tough, ha, tough. That one just makes her laugh. All those people are lucky they aren't a wooden boy whose nose grows as he lies.
In the end it doesn't matter, because it's all her fault.
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The Forgotten Ones
Science FictionWe have been forgotten in the bigger part of the world, but not to each other.
