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I look into sparkling blue eyes that reflect my own happiness. I could feel the warm chest below me and his foot rub my ankle. Pure bliss. His fingers creep through my hair gently and guides me face closer. My eyes close. His breath tickles my face. Softly, our lips meet and euphoria rushes through me. He draws it out. I could feel him smile under my lips. I pull back. There is an underlying emotion to his happiness. Something that doesn’t fit with the scene of our first kiss. I brush a lock of his light brown hair away from his eyes. The rise and fall of his chest as he breathes is steady but I could feel his heartbeat and it was fast. He pulls my face closer and he kisses me again, a bit less gently this time. It was shorter too, because he starts to laugh. I can’t move. There is a pain in my chest. He pushes me off roughly and stands, a completely different person. He murmurs to himself.
“Finally.” His eyes as he looks down at me were full of relief and pity.
It feels like my heart is being squeezed and stabbed. My breaths are gasps. I stare up at Mark.
“I’m sorry, Hayley. Best of luck.” He leans down and strokes my face once. “Best of luck.”
I watch as his back gets smaller and smaller and his footsteps in the grass get quieter and quieter. I squeeze my eyes shut as tears leak out. The pain in my heart had changed to that of heartbreak. I trusted him and he just left, without reason. I push myself into a sitting position, tears now rolling down my face. b*****d. I look in the direction he walked off in. I could just see him but he was looking back at me. I stand and he walks away out of sight. I take a deep breath and walk in the opposite direction. I have to get over it. There will always be those guys who put on a facade to get something. But the question is: what did Mark what from me? He just left. I grit my teeth and start to jog. shouldn’t think about him if I am to get over him. My tears create a salty taste and make my black hair stick to my face. The park is fairly empty and I’m glad. I don’t want anyone to see me like this. I get out of the park and dash across the busy road. The smell of the city fills my nose again. Home is so close, pity it isn’t welcoming.
I’m starting to calm down when I enter my street. My breathing is normal and only my red face and eyes betray what happened. I walk onto my property and stand in front of the door. My hand reaches out to the door handle slowly and turns it. There’s noise coming from the kitchen. I sneak quietly to my room, avoiding my younger sisters. I’m starving bit I don’t want anyone to confront me. I’ll get up when they are all asleep. I could feel more tears coming on and lay on my bed face down.
Until then, though, I’ll be crying my worthless heart out.
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