my mom told me that on saturday, june twenty third, the same place she told me that you ran away, that you were having your trial and you were so scared that you wanted to cry.
and i wanted to fucking kill your ex because i don't know why she fucking lied that you hit her because you would never touch someone like that.
and maybe i don't even know you a hundred percent,y but seriously you wouldn't.
i wanted to see you tomorrow and ask if you were okay.
YOU ARE READING
the eighteen year old guy #wattys2016
Kurzgeschichtendedicated to the guy that was five years older than me. accomplishments #374 in short story 082716
