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“What in the hell are you doing?” I ask Azalea as she cries packing her things, not exsactly folding them, but more of rolling them up and shoving them in her bag.
“Leaving.” She spat, she didn’t stop she just kept packing her things and tearing down pictures that he had of her and shoved them into the suitcase. “I don’t need him.”
“Yes you do, you’re just being over dramatic.” I said simply, not taking any of this seriously. I go back to Travis’ bunk and close the curtain again.
Azalea sat on the edge of the bunk and pulled out a notebook and began to write:
Jack,
I’m sorry for al l of the pain I have ever caused, I’ m sorry for every night we’ve had together, I’m sorry you had to meet me. And I’m sorry to tell you that I’m leaving, I’m not sure where I’m going, but I just can’t deal with this for much longer. I’m sorry, but It’s not working.
I can’t lie and say I love you.
, Zalee.
She placed it on the pillow and picked up her purse and suitcase and walked off the bus. Who would of thought, she was really serious.
“Leaving.” She spat, she didn’t stop she just kept packing her things and tearing down pictures that he had of her and shoved them into the suitcase. “I don’t need him.”
“Yes you do, you’re just being over dramatic.” I said simply, not taking any of this seriously. I go back to Travis’ bunk and close the curtain again.
Azalea sat on the edge of the bunk and pulled out a notebook and began to write:
Jack,
I’m sorry for al l of the pain I have ever caused, I’ m sorry for every night we’ve had together, I’m sorry you had to meet me. And I’m sorry to tell you that I’m leaving, I’m not sure where I’m going, but I just can’t deal with this for much longer. I’m sorry, but It’s not working.
I can’t lie and say I love you.
, Zalee.
She placed it on the pillow and picked up her purse and suitcase and walked off the bus. Who would of thought, she was really serious.