We were both quiet for a while as he comforted me when my tears finally flowed down my cheeks, unstoppable and barely uncontrollable. A couple of people passed and looked at me with pity in their eyes as if they understood the pain of losing someone inside.
We both watched the second bus unload and loaded passengers, but the guy beside me didn't budge. The bus left, leaving us the smoke it released. The guy just let me cry until there were no tears to shed.
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Seven Days a Week
Teen FictionThis is a story about a girl who struggled to find her own place in this world, no matter how long it took and the journey she trekked... Even if it meant meeting seven people. - - - P.S. Roughly based in bits of real life experiences.
