PROLOGUE
I never really thought it would come to this, it never even crossed my mind that my last year of high school could possibly end with this. But, here I am, standing on the side walk next to one of them but without the other.
The blonde boy standing with his back to me with his hand in hers. The other boy standing next to me with his hand on my shoulder. It feels like my whole world has shattered right in front of my eyes and there is no hope of reassembling the pieces.
I remember what led to this so vividly it's almost burnt into my mind, and, I know that when he turns to look at me before he gets in that car, it will be the last time I see those piercing blue eyes.
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Another Lover
General FictionThe blonde boy standing with his back to me with his hand in hers. The brunette standing next to me with his hand on my shoulder. It feels like my whole world has shattered right in front of my eyes and there is no hope of reassembling the pieces.
