A young woman gives her heart and her first night to a man she trusts, only to be dismissed as nothing more than practice. As she tries to rebuild her sense of self, the truth of what he really wanted from her begins to surface, forcing her to decide whether love is worth the risk again.
I wiped my tears roughly, forced myself to stand, and stumbled out to the nearest 24-hour pharmacy. The fluorescent lights were painfully bright as I approached the counter. her. Morning after pill. Her tone was flat, but the disdain in her eyes was undistakable. Yes, please, I whispered, my voice barely audible. She didn't say anything else. She simply
the small box on the counter. I paid quickly, grabbed the small box, and hurried out of the pharmacy. I swallowed the bitter pill dry. The taste burned on my tongue like regret. Without Without hesitation, I threw the remaining pills and the half-empty water bottle into the nearby trash bin.
I was walking aimlessly down the quiet street when my phone suddenly rang. It was a video call from my best friend, Ava Trevor. I answered it, my voice hoarse. Cynthia, where are you?
Why aren't you at prom? This is… Her voice suddenly paused. Through the phone, I could hear loud music and cheering in the background.
The moment I entered the hall, the loud music and flashing lights hit me. Ethan and Sylvia were locked in a deep, passionate kiss. The crowd around them cheered and whistled loudly. Just yesterday, when we were tangled in bed, I had leaned in to kiss him, but he turned his face Sorry, I just don't like kissing. The saliva thing, it makes me sick. Yet here he was, kissing Sylvia passionately in front of everyone, without any hesitation.