You know those get-to-know-you papers we always get on the first week of school? Even though they've known us for years? It's almost like a tradition. A stupid, annoying tradition. You can imagine I had a lot of those to fill out.
General questions like my goals, my hobbies, career choices. I couldn't even pick up the pencil.
I tried to summon an ounce of feeling within me, a spark of that girl you once kindled. I swear that somewhere inside of me, she is there. But there was just this cold, dank hollow.
That is all I am, all that I have, and all that I will ever be. Nothingness.
It's funny, how much I've fallen, further than I've ever went, even before you entered my life. Love is risky, and the odds were stacked against my favor, I suppose.
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Out of Ink | A Short Story
Short Story❝What if he didn't leave ... what if he disappeared?❞ highest rank: #27 in SS 1st place for Best Tragedy in the Crystal Awards 2016/2017 2nd place for Short Story in the Crystal Awards 2016/2017