

When Love HurtsTwo stories below, a young girl walks arm in arm with a boy. They’re talking with raised voices. No, they’re not walking arm in arm, he’s holding her next to him, trying not to make a scene. The boy kisses her, she pulls away.When Love Hurts
My stomach clinches. Will the girl decide to brave the traffic alone, or to stay on the sidewalk coupled with a boy she probably loves?
Her toes stop at the curb. Grabbing her, he pulls her through the crowd.
“God, I know we don‘t have the best relationship…” I’m praying aloud for her while attempting to
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