For once he was silent. No words, good or bad, could leave his mouth as he slept silently in a room that I was familiar with not long ago. No, not a carefully cleaned bedroom or the cold room of a morgue but someplace in between.
It's my fault.
My fault he's here. Does he deserve it?
To most people, probably.
To me, maybe not.
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Short Story~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A lonely girl starts writing letters to her ex best friend and former crush and begins placing them in his old locker at the end of everyday. She starts considering the locker to be her new best friend and re...