"Samantha were are you going i.......... i love you" he said hurt. "we cant be together , it hurts to say, but its the way it needs to be" i said shamfully. " why, whu dont you love me?" he asked , his eyes as glassy as mine. " i do love you , but your not real and we both know that." my voice softening with each word. A few months ago i had moved to a new town. i was the new freak , the freak that wasnt good at making friends, the freak nobody wanted anything to do with. desperate i made myself an imaginary friend. i though about him everyday , dreamed about him. he became the one i talked to after my uncle died. he was supportive and kind just i had made him. soon i lost my mind and fell in love with him. fallen in love with a thought a creation of my own mind.
One day i tried to touch him. i felt him, he was buff , and warm just as were really there. the day i got a little bit closer i opened my eyes to find nothing but miles of grass and my uncle laughing at me from the clouds. "samantha i think about you all the time, dont you think about me?" the next thing i said would be under the influence of his big brown eyes. " ovcourse i think about you i love you so much" i said depiste what i just said i turned around and walked away.
Just as i took a couple steps, my i started to gasp for breath and colapsed onto the ground. i looked back to see him running towards me. "SAMANTHA!" he screamed more upset than i ever seen him. he slapped one hand ontop of the other and punched my chest with as much might as he had in his fit long arms. he had no impact on me watsoever. his fists felt like feather that landed on my chest. i could not be saved by a thought , sadly no pair of real arms would ever care to lay a hand on me. taking my last breath i saw him vanish, for the death of me means the death of him.
