(TRIGGER WARNING - IMPLIED SUICIDE)
'I'm gonna be just like you big brother!' exclaimed a young girl, promising to one day be the best just like her brother. She'd say this every day: until the accident, that is.
Standing over his grave, she sobbed for hours on end, until her mother finally took her home.
A couple weeks later, she repeated that same phrase, which now sounded as nails on a chalkboard would. Her hair flowing in the wind, along with her beautiful black silky dress.
'I'm gonna be just like you. Big brother...' she'd whisper, before disappearing into the oncoming traffic.
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(very) short stories
RandomRandom short stories which I write to cure boredom, but also so that I don't forget them if I like them.
