It's been one day three hours and twelve minutes since you left. I don't know why I keep looking at the door expecting you to walk back through it. Habit I guess. The thing is I'm not sure I want you to come back. Perhaps it would be best if you didn't come back.
I doubt you will anyway, come back I mean. Things seemed pretty over when you left. Its for the best anyway.
It's best if you don't come back, not just for now but for forever.
YOU ARE READING
Temporary
Teen FictionIt was all just temporary, never meant to last. You, me, us. It all had to end sometime.
