Amber
I don't know if I did wrong by not telling him. But I just didn't feel like it because I know he doesn't care. We haven't talked in days. I haven't seen him in days. A part of me missed him but the majority of my heart was still not over what he did that night. It was because I loved him so much that it hurt me so much. What if I didn't love him? How would that feel? Sighing, I shook my head and stared at my reflection on the mirror above my vanity. My show was about to start and here I was thinking about all the unnecessary stuff.
"Amber...are you ready?" Mrs. Brown, my professor who recommended me for the show walked in carrying a big bouquet of white roses. "Here you go,"
"Thank you Mrs. Brown," I
