I look across the room at him. I remember the last time he held me close and stroked my hair. He always said my hair smelt of herbs and magic, the magic has gone now and a faint smell of basil lingers. I'm not jeolous or sad,-I'm happy. He has found someone now, yet deep inside I wish that someone was me. The school bell knells and I get up passing the couple whispering sweet nothings. I feel sick-I need to escape.
That night I find myself in a church. I look down at my knees and remember the things I said about him- the lies I told to make me feel better. I feel a trickle run down my cheek even though there is no use crying over him yet I still cannot help it- the pain is too much. Everytime i close my eyes I see his face there smiling at me. He never seems to notice me anymore-his calls have stopped and I am erased from someones life yet again. All I can do now is sit down and pray that it will not hurt anymore.