-the bench-
everyweek we'd go down to our bench.
it gazed over the lake and we'd feel the ducks in the day.
If it wasn't raining, ofcourse.
But one day you didn't come to the bench.
I wondered that day.
If i had done something wrong to make you hurt.
But i never knew.
Maybe you had moved on.
That's what i like to say atleast.
But maybe you didn't want to move on.
Maybe it was me.
Maybe you?
That was the day i found myself sitting at our favourite place.
But for the first time, i was alone.
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Sad short stories <3
Short Storyloads of pretty sad short storied thatll make you go 'damn' first book blah blah blah but im pretty proud of it so <33 also i am not like 7 writing this i am infact an unstable teenager who vents via wattpad B)
