May 16, 2012: 79 Hours After
Goddammit! Everything is locked besides one document, and all it said was ‘Where would we have gone to next time?’ All the others have passcode protection and this time, no hints.
Even her ITunes has a fucking passcode on it! And besides the ITunes, documents, and internet browser, the whole thing’s wiped clean. The only other folder I could see were the pictures she took on her last day, and right now, I’m not in the mood to look through them.
Where would we have gone to next time? The question’s racing around my head as I stare up at my ceiling, the bed engulfing my entire being. Images of Valentine keep speeding across my thoughts, some coming to life like a movie clip, dragging me under as I drowned in all of her.
YOU ARE READING
Between You and I
Teen FictionIt’s simply a story. My story. The one time I bring out my past, my present, and what I hope the future can be. Well, in the end, what else can we do besides hope?
