Amelia sat alone under a tree this was a day since Amelia had last seen Valentine. She looked down thinking she had a dark long rimmed hat hiding her eyes from view. She leaned against the tree a tough look about her, she missed Valentine but wasn't going to look like some lonely depressing girl. So she sat under the tree thinking.
I wonder if he even feels the least bit different since we haven't seen each other. I wonder if I don't matter at all to him. Why does my mind keep acting like he's supposed to? He's just a friend, why can't my mind accept that. She looked up for a second looking around.
I wonder if he even feels the least bit different since we haven't seen each other. I wonder if I don't matter at all to him. Why does my mind keep acting like he's supposed to? He's just a friend, why can't my mind accept that. She looked up for a second looking around.