I'm still with the clouds right now.
There might be some errors
Sorry for that.
~end of author's note*third person's view*
The other is happy to have the other, while the other don't care.
The other slowly started to get irritated
Let me repeat that.
The other starts to be agitated by the precense of the other.
She started to space herself from him."What's the matter with him? Can't he see that I don't want any part of this stunt he's trying to pull thru."
While the other starts to feel something new.
"Why isn't she talking to me? Did I do something wrong? I just want to talk to her. She seems so alone and sad."
There started their nonsense of a fight.
She would runaway, he would follow.
She would shout at him, he would take it all in.
She started to feel tired so he picked her up and sat her on a bench of peace.
YOU ARE READING
This words and pent up emotions.
Short StorySad. Three letters says it all. Alone. That's me all along Empty. That is what I feel. I guess that is what it is.