dear quinten,
it was 12:37am when my brother's friends, along with you, left our home.
i waited until it struck 12:40am for me to go down to see what has happened.
to my surprise, it was neat as a hospital. (hospitals are always clean)
something started to boil up in me.
i don't know what it was.
but it was clear when i heard his voice behind me.
"morning to you."
YOU ARE READING
from me. [unrequited part 1]
Short Storyi can touch your hand but never your heart. || lower case intended 07/25/15