Laughing, it's what we did best. The smallest things we could make into a joke together. Even if we were thousands of miles apart, laughing was our medicine. A skype call and a joke and things got a bit better. Now, laughing is just an attempt to hide what i'm feeling. For this moment, and every moment after we are too far apart to joke or skype. We aren't miles apart, no, this time we don't even live in the same world. The part I hate most, I guess is that he is dead, but that's not true. What I hate the most is that he can't be there to make a joke. A joke to make me laugh and smile in a way that only he could.
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Sweet Pain
Short StorySome of these little stories have the potential to be more. I just have to get my idea out of my head and onto to something else so I don't forget. If you like a story, please leave a comment and a vote. Thank you
