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At six, Ryan picked me up. I have made up my mind. I will tell him everything tonight.
"Ryan, can we go somewhere instead. I'm not feeling well," I said. He looked confuse.
"Okay, we'll go to the beach. Is it fine with you?" he asked.
"Yeah," I answered shortly.
At the beach, we sat on a bench.
"Sara, if you're sick. I'll send you home now," he said and stood up. I pulled him down.
"No, I'm fine. I've to tell you something," I said slowly.
"Just tell me. I'll listen," he said in curious tone. I took a deep breath and said.
"Ryan, I know you have been very nice to me all this while. I have tried many ways to make myself love you," I paused for a while. Without looking at his face I continued, "But I can only love you as my friend."
"Who's the guy?" he asked in cold and icy tone. I feel a big lump of stone stuck in my through but I force out the words.
"Alex," I said in a very small voice.
"I told you I don't care about that, I love you so much. I'll fight him to get you," he sounds serious. I was very angry with him. I want our relationships to be over, but not this way. I stood up and said, "I want to brake up with you," I said. He looked shocked and angry.
"You didn't mean it," he said angrily.
"I'm serious Ryan," I said seriously.
"No, I won't let you leave me. No!" he screams. I know his heart must have broken into thousands of pieces.
I feel sorry for him; I can't to see lots of pain in his eyes. I turn around and run as quickly as I could.
"You can't leave me Sara!" he shouts.
"I'll win you back. I'll do anything to win you back. You only belong with me!" he shouts again. But I keep on running until stumble and fall down. I turn back and I can’t see him anywhere. I buried my face in my arms and cried. Now he will be my enemy. I hate myself. I stay like that for a long time.
"Sara?" I feel a hand on my shoulder. I looked up, "Oh Alex," and I cried.
"I've told him about it. But he won't let me go, he said that he'll do anything to get me back. I'm very scared," I said shakily.
"You don't have to be afraid. I'll do anything to protect you. Now stop crying," he took my hands.
"Your hands are bleeding. It's better get you home now," he said and help me on me legs.
"Ouch!" when I stood up.
"Your knees are bleeding too. Can you walk?" he asked.
"I think so," I said. But I can't walk, so he had to carry me back to his car.


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