You were hurt. Your boyfriend had just broken up with you. Then you were left on the park bench, crying your ass off. Great, just great. Your mascara was everywhere and everyone that passed was looking at you like you were some psycho or something.
You tried to call your Bestie but of course it went straight to voicemail. You say there for at least an hour before someone stopped jogging and gave you a tissue. "Want a TISH?",he had asked and you raised an eyebrow, or at least attempted to raise one.
"A tissue.", he explained and you nodded. He gave you more than enough and had jogged away. You were still on the bench, hoping that the pretty boy would come back. Of course he didn't.
You were heartbroken. Not because your boyfriend left you. But because the guy never came back even though you went to the same bench everyday. The same routine.
Cry, wait and leave. But Ethan, the name of the boy, never came back.
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