You Left Me to Burn


3. Loss and Gain

I have no friends. They left me, as I knew they would. They always do.

I sigh and sit down at the barstool. Even though I am only seventeen, I look like I am 21, but I have the maturity of a two year old. They let me in as long as I pay and don't tell their manager.

"What would you like, young woman?" The bartender asks. He looks new, so I'm automatically careful. Ordering my drink, I pay with cash.

Deciding to do karaoke, I walked over to the DJ, passing the stage. When I saw who was on it, my whole body froze. They finished the song and walked to a table.

I was right. It was them.

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