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Disappointed Faces, Second Chances
I find myself looking behind him, waiting to see that face that makes me light up every single time I have the privilege of laying my eyes upon it. But no matter how long I search for it, I don’t see it. He’s not here. My brother came to a school dance. And Hunter didn’t. The realization hits me harder than I wanted it to. I put a smile on my face, basically forcing it to look as genuine as possible as I walk towards my brother and my best friend, watching their lovey-dovey exchange with this weird tension inside my chest. I try to be happy for them, but all that keeps going through my head is one sentence. Why not me? Why not? Why? I don’t hold the answer to that question. I check my phone, like there might be an apology from my boyfriend, but no. Nothing. He knows I’m out with Leslie a
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