A/N: Hey there
A/N: Hey there! Omg! I'm back! So sorry for being on hiatus, a lot of things have happened to me. And I know, I should be writing my other stories, but I had this spur of a moment idea. It's a smitchie, dedicated to my friend inkedbylove. Read her stories! I'm sorry this story isn't direct.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except my story.
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My life's messed up enough, I don't really need another person coming up to me with a sympathetic face, asking me, "Are you okay?"
Look, my hair is scrunched up in a messy bun, my mascara is all over my face from the non stop crying, and my clothes--a living nightmare.
I mean, two weeks ago, I thought I was really living the dream. With a great boyfriend that openly confessed his love for me in camp, with a career that was starting to rise, with my dad asking my mom for a remarriage. Just because of some girl named Tess. Great. She had to pester Shane after camp, making me believe that they had "an affair". Why did I have to listen to my heart and let Shane go?
Why did I slam the door?
Why did I not believe the man who put his heart and soul into me?
Why did I not believe Tess's rare truthful eyes?
Why?
I know he meant it. I know he loved me.
I know Tess wasn't lying.
What was wrong with me?
"just remember that I love you. With all my heart and soul."
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Crash
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It's too late to regret.