So I finally got out of the hospital.
Thank god, I didn't know how much longer I could be in there.
To many memories.
They told me to take it easy for awhile, and that I should just rest for a few days.
I told them I would, and Kyle told me he was gonna take care of me for those few days.
He has been by my side for the past 5 days, and now he wants to take care of me for a week while my parents are out of town.
He's so kind, Ky.
He cares about me, a lot.
He makes me smile, even when I don't want to.
He hugs me when I cry about you, and I do the same when he cries about Jenny.
He makes me forget, Ky.
But the thing is, I don't want to forget you.
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No Talking, Nor Speaking
Historia Corta"I wish I could talk to you, but it doesn't look like I can anymore." 5/5/15 #10 in short stories
