Instead of telling him face to face, I decided to write him a letter. I knew it was a cruel thing to do, but I also knew that I couldn't possibly break his heart in person. It was one of the many letters we passed back and forth over the years.
I remember seeing the look on his face as he read the letter. The look of sadness, regret, anger, heartbreak... I couldn't bare it. So I ran. I turned around and didn't look back. I ran away from him because I knew a clean break was the easiest to recover from.
I knew that eventually he would hate me for what I had done. That he would one day look at me with disgust and realize what a huge mistake he made when being with me.
But he would get over it. Besides, no one could possibly fall in love at our age...especially when it had only been two years.
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The Beat Of A Butterfly Heart
Short StoryEvery girl has always wanted that "perfect love story". Where the boy is handsome, the girl is beautiful, and they fall in love. Well, unfortunately it isn't that simple. First is the matter of finding that "perfect person", when in reality, no o...
