A double POV story!! Enjoy <3 please leave any feedback! Greatly appreciated.

Boy’s POV:

I glance behind me. _Nobody’s there. _

She is gone. A part of me gone with her.

I glance to my right, praying she’s next to me. Praying she’ll look up at me, smiling with her perfect lips, look at me with her perfect features gazing into my passable ones. Praying I’ll find her intertwining her delicate fingers with mine for just, one. Last. Time.

I told my friends I was fine. I said I moved on. But I will forever be left behind, staying where she left me. Standing where I smiled for the last time. Her presence, the emptiness she left, took a piece away from me.

She took herself away from me.

_Why?_

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My stomach heaves with each thought of her, my heart turning heavy, sinking into my chest.

I remember sometimes I would look in her eyes and see a glimpse of our future.

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_A glimpse of our future. _

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My hand finds my cheek. Tears. I promised myself I wouldn’t break because of her. But even after the long days that pass by, I still do. I always will.

But since the moment she left, I had to tell myself that my future no longer involved her. And she made it clear it never would.

Girls POV:

I glance in front of me. Looking onwards to a new future. A new life. _Without him. _

My heart is still broken, but I try my best to pick up the fragments. Piece by piece.

I know darn well he would have helped me. Helped me pick up my shattered feelings.

He always did.

And it was my fault this ended. My fault he’s stuck in the past chapter of our lives, while I move on.

I didn’t want to hurt him. I didn’t mean to. But for some odd reason I was never able to place, my stomach no longer fluttered in his presence. I stopped looking, awaiting good morning texts from him. _I led him on. _

I didn’t deserve him.

So I left him.

And I pray every day he will understand. But I don’t think he ever will.

I blocked him. Cut contact. _He thinks I’m mad. _And he probably blames himself for it every single day.

And I know he’ll never forgive me for what I did to his soul. His once hopeful, perfect soul.

And I know I’ll never forgive myself for leaving such a perfect person behind. And not realizing that sometimes it’s just better to leave things the way they were.

I will always remember to _never_ make someone feel this way again.

For the sake of both of us.

And I would try to fix it, but he will forever be the scar that always bleeds. The daunting thought that always surfaces. The person that I will never be able to fix. _I broke him. _And I broke myself too._ _

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_But he will always be the one to help pick up my shattered heart. _