16th July

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Love, such a delicate yet strong word that too many people take for granted. Love can be beautiful; like the scent of flowers on a warm day, like a sip of hot choccy in the winter, like listening to your favourite song. Don't let this description distract you from the truth about love, it can be gut wrenching, heartbreaking, the worst pain you will ever experience in your life. Hell. What can i say?

It's a beautiful nightmare.

Love isn't like it is in the books or movies, but the whole concept can make you feel like you're in a romance movie. The most beautiful part about it is, i wasn't even looking when i found you.

The Corona virus, some people are calling it "the modern plague". How dumb is that? People can be ignorant; they will believe whatever the government let's them acknowledge. They think they are strong and independent by listening to some fancy people who have power, i guess everyone has some sort of hero complex. Teens didn't abide by the rules, when have we ever? Rules are meant to be broken. However, some people don't know when to stop. The world can be a cruel, cruel place.

I didn't believe what i was told at first, and then the rumour was confirmed. He's gone. He took his life. My mind started to race, and i detected the sweat dripping onto my clothing, grasping at my shirt. Then my phone buzzed.

I'm not a popular guy; i remained. People familiarised themselves with me, but they didn't understand me. No one did. I didn't let them. I couldn't. I stared at my phone, contemplating whether my energy is worth answering a pointless text message.

Message from: Jasmine

You see, me and Jas have some history, if you could call it that. My fingertips clawed at my phone, "Think Luke, think." What do i say to her? I've always been nervous speaking to them. I opened the message, she ached pain, it was obvious, she heard the same news i did. Anyone who knows about what happened experienced the pain in some way. We knew something like this would happen at some point, i mean, view the town we live in. However i don't think anyone actually prepared for such a thing. It takes a lifetime to die, or no time at all.

I'm exhausted.

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