http://slow.writerscafe.org/Chahklat The original writings of author Chahklat en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776057296 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I wasn't the least bit interested in Keith's words of comfort. He'd always been the sort of person to make promises he couldn't keep. I didn't view this situation as any different. In fact, I doubted there was anything he could bring to the table. Keith was as much a ladies man as Toby. What could h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chahklat/2759642/ I didn’t love him.How could that matter now? How could anything matter? I had a front row view of the hurt. Toby was smiling, acting as if nothing had ever happened. He was acting as if I didn't even exist in his perfect world. His world hadn’t ended. Why had mine?“Aren’t you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chahklat/2759641/ I wasn’t in love with him.This thought possessed me, haunted me as I entered into the school. 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I tried moving over, but it was as if he was caught on top of me, entangled. I couldn't breathe and I felt trapped beneath him. 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