Author's Note: Drabble. For Tash. HAPPY FOURTEENTH! (: ALSO; Thanks Kailin for reading the rough draft of this over the texts I sent you! It means a lot to me :D And sorry it's so sad, Tash, I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: Lisi Harrison owns just the characters.
The sky was cloudy and gray, the leaves on the tress blowing away. The sun that hung low in the sky and hid behind massive gray clouds was starting to vanish. It had started to drizzle. A small, thin and frail looking figure appeared-running-from a small, but cozy-looking house near Westchester Park. A faint sob could be heard from the girl-not many boys would cry so openly. Her glossy brunette hair blew wildly, framing her pale, grief-stricken-face. Sparkling tears ran down her rose-tinted cheeks, but you could hardly tell since the light drizzle had turned into pouring rain. Her eyes were full or pain and sadness and her expensive designer clothes were soaked, something that she would never usually let happen except in the given situation. Her eyeliner was smudged and her the mascara that she had so carefully put on her long eyelashes this morning was running, but she didn't care.
Not anymore.
Is it really better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all?
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