I couldn’t blame him for wanting her. She was beautiful with the likes of Snow White. Long, flowing black hair with a touch of curl. But yet I couldn’t see why she would want to go with him. He wasn’t that good-looking, and she even told me that I was better looking than he was.
“Come on, Sara. The train is going to leave without us. He’s no good for you.”
She would look back, and forth between him, and me. Finally she would say, “I gave you your second chance, and you blew it. There’s nothing more between us.” I knew she was lying, even before she kissed my cheek, and slipped something / her address in my pocket before she left. I didn’t know (that’s) what it was until I got back home.