He stood in the rain, looking up at the darkening sky. He stood on the steps of his house, remembering her.
That was what he did. What he mentally had promised her.
To never forget her.
Never again.
He had forgotten that he had once used to respect her, once had loved her; he had forgotten that she had been a huge part of his life before argument over argument took place, and they slowly drifted away.
She had been his other half, his life since he'd been very young. How could he have messed up so bad?
They both had made mistakes...
but he regretted his the most.
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"Why do lined papers have first lines?" Will wondered as he frowned at his notebook. "Like, I never write on the first line. So why do people include them?"
Rosemary, who sat beside him on the bus, shrugged. "I don't know."
"But if you think about it," Will said, "if they don't include first lines, you just won't have a paper at all."
Rosemary raised an eyebrow.
"Because if there isn't a first line, the second line becomes the first," Will explained. "And so on and on until there isn't any paper left."
"Will..." Rosemary shook her head. "How the hell do you think of all of this?"
Will cheekily grinned. "It's my talent," he said.
"Yo, Rosemary." The Miller siblings turned, blinking in surprise at the sight of Jackson, who was leaning against a couple seats behind them, with his arms crossed and hair slicked back. "Wassup?"
Rosemary shared a quick glance with Will, pursing her lips at Jackson. "Nothing," she said.
Jackson nodded as if her answer interested him. Will narrowed his eyes at the older boy, glancing between Jackson and Rosemary before resting his eyes on Jackson again.
"Cool," Jackson said, before turning away, though he gave Will a sly wink before striding off.
They settled back into their seats, and Will felt a cold hand grasp his heart.
"You know he's nothing good, yeah?" he asked his older sister, knowing Jackson had hurt her, whether it be by his words or actions.
Rosemary nodded. "I know," she said. "I don't get why he's doing this."
"Don't talk to him," Will pleaded. "Don't even look at him."
She smiled, her eyes crinkling. "I won't," she said, giving her brother a side hug.
"Promise?" he whispered, vaguely remembering that Charlotte had did the same to him a month ago.
"I promise," Rosemary smiled, and the conversation ended.
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jack_son_0014 has followed you
Rosemary frowned as she looked at her Instagram notifications; she rarely used Instagram. But why did Jackson follow her? Just weeks ago Jackson had been angry at her, for a reason she still didn't know or understand.
She ignored it, closing her Instagram, vowing not to open it until whatever Jackson was trying to do to her would die down.
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General FictionA game against time. A story of sibling love. Would it be all right at the end? At twelve years old, Rosemary Miller had been part of an accident that had sent her into a coma for two years. Two years later, when she woke up, she wasn't the same...
