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"Don't like me. It's not worth it."
The girl with brown chestnut hair lowered her head, hiding half her face. She flashed a weak smile and prayed that he didn't see it. Because she knew he could see through her act as easy as you could crush an ant, just like how he crushed her. Time and again.
"Tell it to my heart."
"I got to go."
She knew where he was heading to and because she knew it all so well, it hurts so badly.
ps. This is a random scenario drawn up by me to ease my writing addiction.
Did anyone picture the guy as you read this one?
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