Another short one-shot. I hope it isn't too confusing and choppy. It's a fic about Neela and her reasoning against confessing her true feelings to Ray.
Disclaimer: I don't own ER or any of the characters.
She was that girl.
The girl who just wanted a man to appreciate her for who she was and not what was under her clothes.
She was that girl.
The girl who would never even dream of going home with a man just for some one night stand. The girl who wanted to wake up to the smell of coffee and not an empty bed.
She was that girl.
The girl that guys seemed to pass over because she was 'cute' rather than hot. That was ignored because her clothes fully covered her rather than exposing more than was necessary.
She was that girl.
The girl who just wanted someone to care. Someone to actually care about her and how she was feeling. Someone who asked her how her day was…and actually listened to her response.
She was that girl.
The girl who loved someone, but couldn't possibly show it…because he was that guy.
He was the one who had slept with countless women. The one who went for the girls with the mini-skirts and perfectly made up faces.
He was the one with the grins and all the right words. The one that she wished would offer her his jacket when it was cold or raining.
He was the one that she wanted.
But he was that guy.
And that guy was one that she could never dare give her heart to, no matter how much he claimed to love her. Because she knew that that guy would break it and never give it back.
That guy, no matter how much he thought he loved her, would always turn to those girls.
Those girls that weren't her.
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