RUBBY
I sat gently on the couch, tracing invisible patterns on the couch, while replaying the events of the past few weeks. I had been fooled, but that wasn't the problem. The main problem was that I had been fooled twice; now, the thought of Alex seemed to be plastered all over my head.
No matter how much I painted it, I felt he didn't do nothing wrong; I was just so unlucky with love.
I was so lost in thought that I didn't hear my mom's footsteps until she sat close to me.
"Hey, Mom, when did you get here?"
"Sweetheart, your dad and I have been thinking, we think it's time we went back home."
I looked up at her, momentarily caught off guard.
"You guys are leaving already? We should spend New Year's Eve together, please," I pleaded, fighting the tears that seemed to choke me.
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