on the fourth day, I saw him walking along the street. and that's when I told him to leave me alone.
in all my life, I had never known february to be this cold. frozen leaves were scattered across the vacant sidewalk and with every step I took, I heard them crumble.
it was then that I saw him again, for the fourth time.
"I found you, again"
he called from across the road.
"I thought I told you I don't want to be found?"
I called back.
"actually that's not quite what you said, you should be more specific"
he cockily responded.
"if it's specific you want, then I can't be more specific than telling you to leave me alone"
this time, for once, it wasn't me who ran.
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fifty-six days
Short Storyon the first day, I went to buy a dress. and that's when I saw him for the first time. lowercase intended short story updates every now and then WARNING: before reading, note that this book will contain mild swearing and self harm and suicide refer...
