Strange Milieu

Forced Revelation

It wasn't her idea when he found out. People just had an almost cruel way of jesting her into doing things she didn't want to do. She had cried about it as often as she laughed about it, but they seemed to be aware of only the latter.

He was just her type--strange, not overly good-looking, and nice in a weird sort of way. She wasn't his. He liked slender beautiful girls with smooth silken white skin and a mild personality. That girl was everything she was not. She was well aware of that. That was why she knew that it was pointless to tell him how she felt.

But, they made her do it. Oh, the very people she called her friends could be so cruel sometimes.

posted by beautiful stranger @ 11:44 PM