"I have to get ready for bed, I have class tomorrow morning."
Alright.
"I don't understand what I'm supposed to do here, I don't even understand.."
He gestures to my bathroom door and walks over to my bed lying down.
I'll be here when you get out.
I hesitantly go over to my bathroom
closing the door, turning on the shower and making sure it was hot.
I look at myself in the mirror literally not recognizing myself. How did this happen, how did I end up alone.
I guess I wasn't alone anymore.
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FanfictionAs kids we used to play a game called make believe, we'd pretend something was real. Adults always would laugh at us because they supposedly knew that things were ridiculous and impossible, but we thought they were. We knew the truth.
