I may not have known it then, but it was killing me now. My moyo ached, my stomach in knots, my body sweaty, always nervous, and regretting it. I'd give anything to have her back. I whisper and whisper to myself, hoping, but knowing, she'd never listen to me. "Blossom, please. Forgive me..." I began to well-up in tears when the last part left my mouth. As if my eyes weren't red enough. But I knew, this was real. How every time that beautiful pink-eyed beauty, long red-haired goddess, and prettiest and most maarufu of Pokey Oaks Junior High cam up to me, I'd just melt. I couldn't talk, I couldn't...
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