February 11, 1991
It was midnight.
i was sound asleep when luke shook me, waking me up.
i turned over facing him in confusion.
he looked as if he were about to cry. i worried. whats wrong, i asked sitting up to get a clear view of his face.
he was already crying.
His eyes were puffy and red.
he softly spoke, his voice cracking in the process, my heart broke at the sound of his hurt voice.
im lost michael, was all he said before breaking into a crying mess.
His cries were forced to be silent. His cries were like an ask for help.
his cries were the ones you had to keep in only because you were afraid to let people see you so broken.
what do you mean your lost luke? i asked feeling myself also on the verge of tears.
im confused about... he let out another choked sob.
im confused about my life.
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diary of a boy
Short Story'its okay to be different' diary entries of a confused boy ..
