Attention has been on me for the past week, because of my crying in class mishap.
People ask me questions, but I don't give them answers though.
They don't need to know what we had.
We had a strong bond.
But the ropes of the bond have come undone, and my light has faded.
I'm just dark and foggy, not very easy to read.
I'm melancholy.
I've been melancholy for a while now.
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No Talking, Nor Speaking
Short Story"I wish I could talk to you, but it doesn't look like I can anymore." 5/5/15 #10 in short stories
