There's that moment, where you've had a fling with someone, and you just know it's over. Texts have become short, you see them and eye contact is minimal. You laugh and smile in hopes that they won't think you care. There was never an actual conversation that ended with 'it's over'. But you know it's over. What I'm talking about is that first party you're at together, but not "together". You stay in seperate rooms, you don't speak, you look at each other in the corner of your eye, wondering if they're looking at you too. Your friends are there and you're happy, but there's that empy feeling in the pit of your stomach. There's that feeling of rejection, of failure, that yet again it "just didn't work out." You wonder, that cute girl with big eyes, will it work out for her? You'll never know, because all you know is it's over.
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