Seven shots down and the world starts to spin. An attempt to forget him had just simply backfired. Sitting at the corner of the freeway, a mess, a bottle and neon heels… her condition in a nutshell. Whatever happened to movies in the afternoon and endless laughter? Cars pass by and strangers in disgust frown upon her. Like an outcast she stood, in her ripped jeans and messy hair, this world just isn’t meant for her. Because all she ever wanted was for him to care about her, even if just a little bit, like he did back in august, or for him to just once ask her if she was alright, if she wasn’t just doing all this out of seeing no other doors open.
Just once, could he just hear the words that her mouth sewed into a smile.
The Adventures of a Teenage Cynic…
