I want to forget how the little girl at the park looked how you did when you were her age.
The similarities disturbed me.
She even had a missing tooth in the front like you did when we were younger.
But even though she looked like you, she wasn't you.
No one could ever be you.
The little girl had brown eyes.
YOU ARE READING
When You Are Gone
Short Story(Sequel to When We Were Happy. Spoilers included) It's not good to take things for granted. Especially people. Because you may never know the day that that person leaves your world slanted. "How do you feel?" "I don't."
