*Fourth Grade*
Someone else liked you. I stepped away. It faded. It faded for what seemed like forever. It rekindled. We bonded. We were best friends. I didn't expect anything more. But I wondered at least. Who do you like? Who is the one you might want to be with? I had that question in the back of my mind for as long as I can remember. You ruined me. But I was not ready to be ruined.
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Holding On One Last Time
FantasyA short story about a broken girl. (true) Ends okay.