Chapter 8

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It's been two weeks now. After he left, I got depression, I can't see the point of living anymore. He was my very best friend. My company. The one that kept me "sane" or maybe I thought so, but he's gone...for now. I just realised the more I care, the more I get hurt.

"Come find me at the stray hour" his words repeated continuously inside my head. But I never understood what he meant.

"... stray hour " I wondered.

" does he mean..midnight " I thought. "I need to get out of here"

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