Written for pyrolyn-776's drabble challenge.
24. "I should be old enough to know not to fall in love with the voice on the radio."
She heard the beginning of the familiar melody filling her car, and she could have sworn her heart skipped a beat. She knew every word, every breath, every pause. She knew every note of the guitar, every beat of the drum. But mostly, she knew that voice. That voice that had told her she was beautiful. That she was loved. That she meant the world to him. That she was made for him, and him for her.
That voice she had heard with that other girl. That told her that she was loved. That she meant the world to him. That she was made for him, and him for her.
That voice that had broken her heart, without even a tinge of regret. That voice that told her that she meant nothing. That she was just another play-thing, stupid enough to fall for the boy on the radio. Stupid enough to think that his lyrics were honest and pure. Stupid enough to think that love was real.
I should have known. She had told herself that every day for so long. She had been through heartbreak before, she should have learned from her mistakes. She should have known that they were just words. That they didn't really mean anything. That they were written for girls like her to hear, to give them hope that true love really existed…to sell records. That's all they were, really – convincing advertisements for false hope. And stupid girls like her, they bought it.
But now, in her car, driving nowhere, listening to his beautiful words, she felt a flicker of hope again. Words like this, they couldn't be made up. They came from somewhere real. Deep down, somewhere, this boy had felt true love. And someday, she would, too. She separated the boy who had broken her heart and the boy on the radio. They weren't really the same person. They couldn't be.
After all, Mitchie had never fallen for Shane Gray. She fell for the voice on the radio.
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