I saw your dad.
He blames me for a lot of things.
Your death.
Your depression.
Being gay.
Most of which were your own choice.
You chose to leave.
You chose to be in a relationship with me.
I told you not to tell them.
That it would only make things worse.
I knew how they would react.
You thought you could make it better.
Your brother already hated me for being like this.
I would take beatings from him everyday.
You thought you could make it stop by loving me.
But now everything is worse.
YOU ARE READING
Gone.
Short StoryI loved you but you left me. You left me all alone in this world, but i'll see you again soon. (Written in 2016, just recently found it and decided to post)
