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Last time I loved it didn't come back to me.
It had rained often, which I saw as a bad omen for heartbreak.
Rumours started to really get to me. It started when Shamaya told me he still cared about me enough to come back. That was a lie.
I was losing it.
I heard his voice, loud and clear. It made me smile again, and I remembered why I still held on. I love you, He whispered. He loved me. My heart burned with emotion as I fought against me and lost my mind.
I began to feel happy, I daydreamt of him all day. I wanted to believe in this rumour. That he loved me.
It was another one of those nights when I snuck out to take walks around the block. I heard his voice again, but when I looked around he wasn't there.
A man called my name with a french accent like my love, Davet. When I came close I saw that it wasn't him this man was much bigger. This guy was Lance. He called to another guy: Davet.
Davet walked up to us, glanced at me with a smirk, then walked right past me to a bench. He refused to come near me. i was hurt.
He didn't say goodbye to me before his disappeared, and then he returned and refused to talk to me. Say hi.
Lance yelled after Davet talking about a girl talking about a girl Davet liked, but I couldn't understand the rest.
"Me?" I said.
"No, some other girl."
I didn't want to here more. i left the scene.
I wasn't surprised that he'd change his mind about liking me. They always do.
Funny how love always found someone better to love than that someone.
Was there something wrong with me?
