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You grab your books from your locker, thinking about why on earth Grayson Bailey Dolan would attempt suicide. Was it just because you rejected him because you have a boyfriend? You feel the guilt bottle up inside of you.

Then a white sheet of papers falls to the ground. The school bell rings and you curse. You pick it up and want to crumple it into a ball. That's when you notice that the writing on the paper is not yours.

You hop over to the empty cafeteria and sit down on one of the benches, flopping your bag onto the table. Then you start to read the sloppy handwriting.

'Tear streamed cheeks
dress is torn
thought his love
was forever sworn
Runs down the road
through the breaking dawn
Feet are red
her breath is gone

Her heart has stopped
a sleepy tune
blows in her head
like wind at noon
Her blood keeps streaming
It's too soon
She falls to the ground
down to her doom

Nevertheless, she was alive
Her body shaking
her eyes closed
No more aching
lying still and sound
You can hear her heart breaking
and falling to the ground.'

You try to analyze what this means and who wrote this when you realize there's an arrow pointing to the other side. You flip it in your hands and the paper falls out of your hands as you gasp:

"Y/N„ by Grayson Dolan

P.s. Damn, that girl broke my heart, so I wrote this to break hers. Is it yet, Y/N? Is it broken?

Your Point of View:
Yes Grayson Bailey dolan.

My heart is officially broken.

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