It's been several weeks since the incident that happened in the library. I decided to leave them be, I couldn't do anything even if I wanted to.
I'm walking towards the library, there's a PowerPoint due today and I haven't even started, so Im going to work on it the entire lunch period hoping I finish in time, I can at least try and get a passing-
I see her talking to a guy that is definitely not her boyfriend, they're a couple of feet away from the library at the corner of the hallway, talking happily and I wonder how she can act so normal after all thats happened, is she already so used to it, does she like it or dislike it, does she feel any regret, is she-
Storming from the right side of the hallway comes the boyfriend, who yanks her away forcibly and drags her into the library and just before the doors close her gaze meets mine her eyes burning with excitement and her lips curl upwards into a smirk, I stare at the library's closed doors.
"it's all my fault"
Keeps echoing in my mind
"What."
"The."
"Fuck."
I mumble as I stare at closed doors in a daze.
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Violencia
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