of heartbreak

Me, or her? You scream at him, vaguely aware of all the eyes on you. You have to choose, you know! Me, or her?

He looks at you bewildered. For a while he is super quiet. You are sure he will pick you. He’s your brother and wouldn’t care if you suck at cricket.

But he doesn’t.

She does her stupid tilly-lilly dance. You stick your tongue out at her in response. They high-five. You look at him like a hurt kitten, but he doesn’t even pretend to look apologetic.

Confidence slowly leaks out as the crack in your heart widens.

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10 thoughts on “of heartbreak”

  1. I’m so glad you reblogged this (it was right before I found you!)
    Beautiful writing, A. “Tilly-lilly” was my favorite phrase and there was a neat rhythm and staccato to the entire passage. Very good!

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