I was tired of crying. I really was. That's why when I had narrated the guy about Jake's disappearance, no tears were falling down my cheeks. Even if I knew deep down that I still had feelings for Jake.
He was my first love, and you know, what they say, first love never dies, but it also never works out in the end. Still, I hoped that someday I might see him again. Although, that someday might even be on my funeral or his.
I laughed softly, imagining about certain and absurd things.
The guy just looked above the sky as the third bus passed. The rain started to drop one by one, as if it was reflecting my feelings. I knew deep down I still longed for Jacob, the ring on my left hand reminds me of it.
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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.
