Math was the fourth period that day.
He didn't attend.
She had seen him at the entrance, smoking, as always.
But he just wasn't there, by her side.
She felt alone, but she found something when she reached out her coat's pocket.
A tiny piece of paper. With his handwriting.
"Yesterday's park. 5pm."
She grabbed her stuff and got out of the class even though it hadn't finished yet.
She couldn't care less. All she wanted to do was
cry.
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Sadness
Short StoryHe was broken. She was, too. She wanted to fix him. Maybe she was the only one who could.
