"Hi, I'm Kate."
The girl in front of me introduced herself with a wide smile. As if she wanted to run for the presidency in the country. She also extended her hand for a handshake but I remained my hand inside the pocket of my pants, ignoring her.
I am about to walk when I realized it was all an illusion. There was no Kate present right now smiling from ear to ear and introducing herself.
I shake my head in annoyance at how those memories are still in my mind, very clear.
All I could think is, she is very strong. A lot of guys like her because of how kind she is. Everything about her is perfect, to the point that you will just protect her because of how cruel the world is and she doesn't deserve it.
Just like how a normal teenager, she also wants to experience being loved. A love that is not tiring and stays forever. A love that is selfish. And how ironic it is that she loves people selflessly.
Dearest. That is how I will describe her. And I want to protect her and love her with everything that I can.
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Kate
Short StoryAlways loved, never forgotten, forever missed. While looking at the gravestone in front of me, I suddenly thought if their family just put these words for a show. Do they miss their dead relatives or family? I wonder if they always thought of them...
