I may not have known it then, but it was killing me now. My hati, tengah-tengah ached, my stomach in knots, my body sweaty, always nervous, and regretting it. I'd give anything to have her back. I whisper and whisper to myself, hoping, but knowing, she'd never listen to me. "Blossom, please. Forgive me..." I began to well-up in tears when the last part left my mouth. As if my eyes weren't red enough. But I knew, this was real. How every time that beautiful pink-eyed beauty, long red-haired goddess, and prettiest and most popular of Pokey Oaks Junior High cam up to me, I'd just melt. I couldn't talk, I couldn't...
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