idk, want to cheer people up!! (:

A story for a friend.

Hi! Now, I don't normally out stories on here, but this isn't going to be a regular thing so it's just one.
Amphibiaowlhouse Here you are, the (hopefully) good short story you helped my forge. :)

(Sorry for any mistakes)

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I had a message from her. Not even 30 minutes ago, at this point I'd read the message 100 times. Searching and scanning through the few words for any kind of secret meaning, a lead to clutch onto in the hopes that she'd just reappear through my phone.

I'll be over soon. Wait up for me :)

Nothing else. That was the last anyone ever heard of her before she disappeared; probably on her way to my house, no. Our house. It might as well have been, she stayed here more than her house anyways. She said she 'didn't like the vibes at her place' and 'my house was nicer anyways'
Those were always her excuses; I didn't mind them though, I think deep down I always wanted her there beside me. Where I knew she was safe. Unlike now. Where I have no idea where she is, no one does. It's like she just... vanished.
I can still hear or mum crying outside my house while talking to the cops.

Screaming and begging her daughter to come home. I knew she didn't care as much as she let on though, that's why she was round at mine so often.
But she wasn't hers, she was mine. My best friend, my Blake.
And now she's gone.

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It's been a month since she disappeared, there's been no leads on where she is. Not a trace.

I like to think I'll find her one day, shove it in all the cops and detectives faces that I did a better job than them. That I found her. but as every day goes past that fire of hope dims just a little bit. That tiny part of me knowing she'll never be back but praying that I'm wrong, that she'll show up at my worn red front door holding a box of chocolate chip cookies at 6:49pm exactly. Like every night. But so far, she never has.

Maybe she will tonight, maybe she'll be here.
Is the thought I think as my little digital alarm clock ticks over to 6:49 on its display. The crack on the top from when she hit it too hard trying to turn it off. We laughed about that for hours afterwards and ended up being late for school anyway. Neither of us cared though, we were together and that's all that mattered to us.

Now I don't have her and I'm on time to school every day, with no one to distract me on our walk and sit and try to find 4 leafed clovers for 25 minutes before we sprint to school with our clovers clutched in tight fists.
Laughing as we run through the main doors and to our classes, clovers in one hand and each others hands interlocked together. Slowing to a walk as we wander the halls.
"We're already late, might aswell make the best of it." She used to say. I'd just laugh and nod, looking for an excuse for the moment not to end.

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7 months today. I've been counting the days since I last saw her. I've been doing it unconsciously at this point, I don't tell people that though. Their sympathy is already unbearable. They're acting like she's dead. She isn't dead, there's still a chance. I'll find her, I swear I'll find her.

The memories aren't enough, I need to feel her again. Her warmth, her light touches, her lips, when she strokes my hair while I lay in her arms on the sofa, watching some rom-com she picked out. I need her back.
I go out every night after school until I can't walk anymore. I search and scan every inch of forest and woodland around our town. Everything, asking people walking down roads for hours. Hoping, praying for any sign of her anywhere.
'Someone will know, someone will help' I tell myself, 'I'll find something tonight. I will.'
But it's never true, I take chocolate chip cookies with me. So she has something to eat when I find her but I end up either eating the on my way back or in a puddle of my own tears in my room back home.
She would hate seeing me like this, so frantic. I know she would but she isn't here to give me advice. I don't feel whole without her.