GONE - 2
Dear Issac,
Time sure flies, right?
Remember when we were mere children, being forced to play together by our parents? I significantly remember when you threw my doll away after I begged you to play with me. Your mum made you apologise to me after school and from that day forward, I wanted to be your friend.
I don't know why, but looking back on it now I realise that it's because you always had this friendly aura surrounding you (excluding the doll incident). That aura was so captivating that it'd reel you in, wanting to know more about you.
I wanted to know so much about you, I wanted to know everything. We did become friends as we grew older and spent practically every day together (courtesy of our parents).
We hung out together. We laughed together. Had so much fun together.
I was so happy to call you my best friend with the times we shared. All those memories. I got to know everything about you and I knew you inside out. Well I thought I did. The Issac I knew and love is not the Issac who leaves his girlfriend - and best friend - without any sort of explanation.
Who even is this person? Was it something I did?
All I need to know is something, anything.
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Author's Note: Leave me your thoughts loves!
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Gone | Edited
Short StoryThe first in the Gone trilogy. ❝People change. Memories don't. ❞ I had that one person. That one person who would be my brightness in the dullest of days (trust me, there were a lot) just by gracing me with his presence. The frown that was permanent...
