Running up to him, hugging him.
I have never seen him ever look like this.
It hurts me.
He was hurt, and its my fault i wasnt there for him to help as much as i could
I could help him more.
Make him smile.
Happiness.
YOU ARE READING
The One That Got Away
Teen FictionIm 15, Living life with depression, anxiety, panic disorders, social anxiety and who knows what else. Read this and you will understand my life more. *MATURE READING*
