Heartbreak isn’t a game, I can tell you that. Feeling drenched in tears with a sore heart isn’t something I would wish upon even my worst enemy. So if you have something better to do, like watch your favourite TV show, than reading a sad story, of a miserable girl, then please do. Cause even I wouldn’t.
Chase waits for me on their lawn, the outside light illuminating his face making his face look like silver. I take big steps over the fluffy grass until I’m standing right infront of him.
“What’s up?” he says, the way he usually greets.
I purse my lips and try not to cry. He nods and takes my school bag and we go inside straight towards his room. It doesn’t seem as if he knows anything. Or is keeping secrets from me. He closes his door and I feel filled with questions, zooming aro
