He was sure he knew her.
He saw her everywhere. Everyday.
He liked her. She was beautiful.
Maybe she'd be the last thing he saw. Atleast he saw something/someone beautiful.
He was sure he knew her.
He saw her in his dreams. Like an angel. She was always about to save him. Always about to. But then he'd wake up.
He'd always wake up.
He wondered why.
She was what was keeping him alive....well except his anti-depressants.
At the time, she was his everything.
Tho he'd never talk to her. He always saw her from afar. Bit she helped.
She really did.
He was sure he knew her. He saw her everywhere. Everyday.
He liked her.
YOU ARE READING
The 'IN ANXIETY' series
Historia CortaA short story✨. I will post this in five days, since they are only five parts lol.
