Amelie slammed her hands on her desk, tears slowly dripping down her face. She looked up in the mirror. Her face was swollen from crying, her eye's red and glazed over, there were bags under her eyes.
"Everything's gonna be alright." she recited to herself. "Everything's gonna be just fine."
She checked her phone. Nothing.
He was supposed to be there. He was supposed to know when something was wrong. He was supposed to check up on her, care for her, love her like she did him....
but somehow,
there is,
still nothing.
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Creative writing
RandomI get my friends to give me random words and i make a story out of them
