trying.

the note she left.

hey, the first time i saw you was at the corner
of broker lane, under a streetlight. you didn't see
me, but i hope you are happy. you are someone i have
admired for a while and i see good things coming your way.
thanks for leaving me invisible. i always hoped you would
like me, but it's okay, i'm okay. don't worry about me, please.

- from the girl you laughed at.

the message was invisible to him, so his eyebrows stitched together while his hands crinkled up the piece of paper in his hands. throwing it and turning away from the life he could've saved.

160905: no this is
not the end.