I watched him as he walked away. Somehow feeling sad... I didn't get it. It was like he was a piece of glass, just shattering before my eyes. It hurt me, and knowing that he didn't care for me hurt worse. Suddenly, tears started to stream down my face. I'm not the type of girl that cries, but... Did I really love him? Whilst I was stuck in thought, I felt a soft hand push up against my arm. "Dylan," It was a girl's voice so I turned around to see Spencer. I wiped my tears. "Yeah?" I asked. She just gave me a small stare, a stare of sympathy. She knew I was in pain. She knew it hurt to walk away. I looked back at her and cried into her shoulder. "He could've been mine, Spencer. He could have. But.. he didn't care about me..." I sobbed, still holding on to Spencer, tighter than I held onto my blanket that night.
The next morning, I went straight to my bookcase to look for Denver & I's photo album. We went fishing together, he did my makeup. He was there for me through thick and then. He was my first kiss. But he left me... I never got to tell him how much I loved him. I looked through the pictures and began to cry. All of those moments, those memories. It hurt me. I placed the decorated photo album back in my bookcase and cuddled up on my bed, crying.
**Denver's POV**
I had no reason to leave Dylan. She was my everything. I just wanted to come back home. I guess I was thinking about how football player's and nobodies don't go together, but I was wrong. I miss her. At some points, sure, she had a feeling of deep hatred for me. She would cross her arms and turn around in a corner. But she would always look back, back into my eyes, and apoligize. She was truly an amazing girl. I just wish I could've told her that...
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The next morning, I went straight to my bookcase to look for Denver & I's photo album. We went fishing together, he did my makeup. He was there for me through thick and then. He was my first kiss. But he left me... I never got to tell him how much I loved him. I looked through the pictures and began to cry. All of those moments, those memories. It hurt me. I placed the decorated photo album back in my bookcase and cuddled up on my bed, crying.
**Denver's POV**
I had no reason to leave Dylan. She was my everything. I just wanted to come back home. I guess I was thinking about how football player's and nobodies don't go together, but I was wrong. I miss her. At some points, sure, she had a feeling of deep hatred for me. She would cross her arms and turn around in a corner. But she would always look back, back into my eyes, and apoligize. She was truly an amazing girl. I just wish I could've told her that...
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