GONE - 4
Dear Issac,
Everyone stared at me today, like I was a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. Like I'm going to suddenly jump at them if they look at me for two seconds too long. The stares were the usual, normally everyone would look in fear, but the stares this time were...different.
Some looked at me with sympathetic smiles which were obviously fake because they really didn't care about what happened to me. They might've also just done that out of spite.
Some looked at me, up and down, like I was a piece of trash and deserved whatever I had coming. To be fair, I'd agree with them because I guess that is what happens when you are known to be the biggest bitch in the school, isn't it?
There's a reason for everything in life, whatever people do can be because of something they experienced or just wish to hide. I chose to hide my vulnerability of being afraid by putting up this act that made me seem otherwise.
You were the only one who saw through my mean façade. You were the only one I allowed to do so. I did that because you were special to me. But I don't think I was that special to you.
I needed you.
I still need you.
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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...
