Haligh, Haligh, a Lie Haligh
She always told me she'd take care of me. She said that she understood me, that I am not my father, or even worse, my grandfather. But I know now that those were lies.
My friend told me one day. He had seen her with another guy, and it wasn't one of her many cousins. I wanted to die.
I ran my hands through my hair, over and over thinking that if I kept this up, my hair would fall out eventually.
I remember the first time she told me she loved me. We were in London, school had been let out for the winter holidays and we had met up in the City. It was a perfect day, the wind nipping at our faces, turning hers a rosy red.
I should have known this would happen. We had been growing apart. I used to know her so well. I could read anything that she did. She was an open book to me. Now it's like she's just an acquaintance.
So, I broke up with her. It might have been the worse decision of my life.
