Hm.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters.
Going back to him was the worst thing she could do.
The amount of times he had hurt her, betrayed her.
But what about all they had been through.
Did that not matter at all?
Everything they had shared.
Was it just so easy to scratch from his memory that he could just move on, like that?
She had tried to be strong, and for a while there, she had moved on.
She was happy, she was drinking, kissing boys, not thinking of him once.
Those few months were happier than all the moments she had had with him in the past year.
And yet, he told her that he loved her, and she came running back.
She fell in love with him all over again.
And now she was watching him fall in love with another girl.
Although love was probably too strong a word.
He used it so many times, with her, with everyone, apparently.
Did he really love any of them?
Did he really love her?
She had no idea.
And here she was, left with the remnants of her love for him.
She cradled her stomach delicately, wishing she knew what to do.
Only a month pregnant, and he wanted nothing to do with her, or the baby.
She stepped closer to the edge.
Waves crashed below her.
Tears cascaded down her cheeks.
Was she really brave enough to do this?
Was she really strong enough?
The tears continued to flow, and she felt herself choking, trying to hold in the scream that sat in her throat.
Strong enough?
She had put up with the boy she loved for four years.
She had been hurt, been taken advantage of, been screwed over.
And she still managed a bright smile around her friends.
Even convincing her mother that nothing was wrong.
Being strong wasn't the question.
She took another step, her toes at the edge of the cliff.
She looked over, watching the waves crash against the rocks below.
She thought about the unborn baby inside her.
It was his.
Her upper lip curled in disgust.
Her foot slipped on the wet, grassy surface.
She felt herself falling.
He wasn't the last thing that crossed her mind as she tumbled down the cliff.
It was peace.
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