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I thought it was the end of my life. If it was not, then I had come close to making it the end, to end all the pain and misery. The hurt was too much; it tore me to shreds. I remembered standing by the road under the pouring rain. I remembered throwing all caution to the wind as I did not look before crossing the road. “Oh, what a horrible thing,” people would say when my parents had to spread the news: The news of my death. That did not happen, unfortunately.

I wished it did, though. I wished I could say that a big red truck came out of nowhere and ran me over. I wished I could have been killed instantly. At that point, I would not have minded if I had died a slow death, either. Unfortunately, I made it across the road unharmed, drenched in rain from head to toe. My …show more content…
After all our promises and the time spent together, did you have to leave like that?

“We are too young,” you had said, expecting me to believe that that was the reason you were leaving me behind in this cruel world. The irony of it was that we were standing beneath the Old Oak Tree, the place where you first told me you loved me. The branches were mocking me then, and so were the beautiful colours of autumn. I had begged you to stay, to try again, but you just shook your head and walked away, hands in your pockets. I cried out for you to come back, but you just kept walking away; away from me, your everything, away from the mess in a pair of ugly yellow boots.

We used to be like two peas in a pod, and we loved it. We loved how we complemented each other perfectly. For example, you hated those one-dollar ice cream cones, but loved the ice cream that came with it, while I hated the ice cream but loved the cones. You preferred the cream of an Oreo to its cookie, and I, vice versa. We completed each other. For fourteen years, I thought you were the one. Ever since I was a little girl with pigtails, playing in a nursery, I knew that I had wanted to be with you

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