She turned fourteen. He kissed her. She blushed and stammered. They fought. She cried. He walked away. (He always came back.) He sang to her. She wrote him poems. He said he loved her hair. She swore to never cut it. She said ''I love you." He said "Me too." He cheated. She didn’t know.
He cheated. Multiple times. His sister told her. They broke up. She got a haircut. She refused to eat. She sat in the bathroom staring at a blade for hours. She was never strong enough to use it. Three days later, she ate. Three weeks later, she smiled. And just like that, she grew up.