often, i've wondered, what a child sees. the pure imagination, the happiness contrasting with sadness. all a beautiful mess. as those bright green eyes watched me carefully, looking deeper into my eyes than anyone else had, i thought. what does she see in me? a messed up girl suffering. suffering. alone. what is it about me, that can hold her captive? was it the fact that i was in my pajamas? was it the fact that i had deep, dark crescents under my eyes? was it the fact that i looked like i had lost everything? or was it the fact that i was the only one who returned her look with my own curious eyes?
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forgotten
Short Storyremember me, because we were each other's everything. and all of me is missing, because you keep on tripping. so come back, and please don't let your memory lack. i love you. don't forget you once said you love me too. [#255 short story: 5/9...
