Only ONE

She turned away from the foggy window. The rain was pouring down harder now, so was her tears. She didn’t understand anything that was going on.. Friends, school... oh and there’s this boy. Who knows what he thinks now! She sits at her desk and stares at the computer. All of her friends were messaging her the same damn thing:

Hold on!

Are you there?

What’s going on?

I’m here to talk!

And the ever so popular:

START EXPLAINING YOUR ASS OFF!!

The IM’s after IM’s came pouring in, and the texts were vibrating her phone off of the table. And that just made her feel worse. A tear hit the keyboard and she turned off the computer. The storm picked up harder now. The wind blew the tree branches against her window and the lighting lit up her dark room. She lay on her bed and stared at the ceiling. Only one can mend a broken heart.