You invited me to a house party and frowned when I had to decline.
My mother was a traditional sort who, while okay with a lot of things, would definitely not like me going over to a stranger's home.
In the movies, this would be where I would sneak out through a window and creep down the street to a friend's waiting car.
But this was not a movie.
In reality, I lived deep in the woods surrounded by my relatives on all sides. My window doesn't open, a side effect of a cheap repair job when it was accidentally broken three years ago.
I thank you for the invitation and we chat for a while after.
I have never felt so bitter about my circumstances before.
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La Douleur Exquis
Teen FictionDefined As: The feeling of loving someone you can never have. Red Carnation: My heart aches for you
