I had no one. Sure I had my mom and dad, and my brother Ty, but no one who understood me the way Drew used to. Whenever I had something funny I was bursting to tell someone about, or had a feeling that I only got when I was drawing, it was mine and mine alone. No one to share it with. No one to talk about it with. It was as if for the first time I was disconnected. Drew had been the person who always listened.
She was gone now. And it was my fault.
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The Magic In This World
Short StoryMorgan was depressed. At least that's what her therapist said. She had been since as Drew had died. She knew she ought to move on. She just felt like she was missing something since Drew had died. Drew had been her best friend. But Morgan knew there...
