Two Years One-shot

Okay to start off
this isn't any pairing.
It's like "shock therapy"
It's a normal story I came up with.
You don't have to read it if you don't want to.
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I sat there, quietly, tapping my fingers on the table. If looks could kill, then the person I was looking at would be brutally murdered. I clenched my fist as the waiter brought my coffee. All the emotions I had bottled up inside were finally going to burst if I didn't stop thinking of all the misery this person put me through. I'm sure they don't know, it's been years since we've talked and finally I encountered them again. What are the odds?

I took a small sip of the cup of coffee. Why couldn't I let go of what this person had done to me almost 2 years ago; Making me feel unwanted, alone, worthless. I stood up and slowly walked over them, but something in my gut told me to turn to the restroom, but something else was telling me to get revenge now...tonight.

I found myself up against the bathroom counter looking at the dark circles under my eyes. I wasn't always like this. No, in fact, one can say I tried my best at everything. I tried in that friendship I really did, but I guess I wasn't good enough..."not good enough" that's what echoed throughout my head every night for the past years...I looked up at the mirror and I whispered, "Two years." I looked into the mirror and saw my eyes get red; my tone got louder and stiffer, "Two years, Two years!" I grabbed the roll of paper towels that stood there and threw it across the stalls. I can't believe I tried so hard in the friendship where one considered one as a friend and the other as a backup friend when all the other friends weren't available. At least I thought that's how it was... I felt my face red and hot. I had to calm down...

I walked past that person and I felt my teeth tighten. I know they didn't see me see me because their head was bowed down looking at the menu. I sat at my table and looked back at them, some may say I'm obsessed, but so would you if they person who you considered a best friend treated you as if you were trash...I have to re-think this. I'm sure they didn't mean to make me feel like this, so why does it bother me so much? God help me, am I going insane? They never cared, did they? I'm paranoid. I asked for the check and paid. I got up and looked over my shoulder and saw them-her -looking through a notebook, just like in high school. Should I let my pride take me from here? I took a deep breath and walked over to her.
I heard my footsteps echo through my head as I got closer, my palms were moist.
Before I knew it I found myself standing next to her, it took her a while to look up at me, but when she did she smiled, "Hey... how have you been?"

I felt as if the heaviest of metals just lifted from my body. She remembers me, and...she cares.

The end
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please excuse any mistakes
comment if you want
sorry if i haven't uploaded any of my other stories.
So I was listening to music and this happened!
Anyway hope you like it. Sorry it isn't Nemi or anything else. I just feel like I want to share some of other of my stories that pop up into my head that don't deal with Celebrities.

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[purplemoon018]

great story, the narration is really good! :)