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He's Not Mine

I left the alley in sadness, walking home slowly. Too slow.

Jason found me.

“Hey, are you alright?â€? he asked, out of breath. He must have been running toward me I thought absently.

“I’m fine.â€? I said, detached. Nothing else mattered anymore after what Collin had done. Nothing else could measure up to the emotions there.

“You don’t sound fine.â€?

“Leave me alone, Jason.â€? I said harshly. “No, wait.â€? I slapped my forehead. “I didn’t mean that. I just … I just need some time alone. To think.â€?

“That’s all you had to say.â€? He growled, turning around to walk away from me. Ugh! Why is every guy running away from me today? Ugh!

To prove a point, I walked up to a random guy on the street. He looked me up and down and started to back away. I must have looked demented or something. I mean, tears running down my face; Collin’s hand imprints on my arms; depression, agony.

Yeah, just describing that all was enough.

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