Chapter nineteen

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Will

The Last few years of my freshman year of college is coming to a close, and I couldn't be more happier.

This year has been one hell of a ride...and I'm about ready to hop off, looking over at Max's side of the dorm...I feel a wave of sadness wash over me.

I thought she was my friend...but why someone as cool as her would wanna be my friend anyway?...why would all of them? I should've known that from the beginning that they weren't really my friends, quickly drying the tears from underneath my eyes.

Because I'm really sick and tired of crying...I've cried enough already and I'm tired of it.

Standing up to my feet I rub my hands together...maybe I just need to clear my mind and get a distraction for myself, as I have a lot of things to focus on...and Mike is something or someone I don't want to focus on...nor think about anymore...it hurts too much, because i actually thought.

T-that just maybe...he loved me too just as much as I love him, and I know that I love him...but it does no good when the other persons love is not what it seems.

Letting out a deep breath and taking my sketchbook off my desk and bag, I head out of campus and continue down a grassy path.
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Mike's POV:
Sitting on the edge of the dock...that very same dock I took Will to, the one where he and I shared his first..kiss.

I looked down at the lake water as the ripples in the water expanded into the middle of the dock, taking one last drag from a cig (an old habitat of mine coming back) I placed it against the dock putting it out, as I rest my head back.

As I listen to the sounds of the leafs blowing through the trees, I let my mind wonder off...getting caught in a daydream imagining what will and I would be doing right now.

I shut my eyes as my mind drifted deeper into the future...our future...Me and Will, letting my thoughts flow freely I feel a head lay against my shoulder.

Looking beside me...Will is sitting right next to me as we both looked down into the water.

Slowly opening my eyes back up..and clicking back to reality...that's when will slowly fades away.

It all just being my imagination.
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To be continued...

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