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"What? Is it wrong to mourn?" -Aphmau
Aphmau Lorde is a depressed 22 year old, her best friend, Garroth, died in a terrible car crash and she's been like this ever since. S...
I awoke in my warm bed, warm clothes, cold room. As always, messy Raven hair, black glasses, and my pale skin showing in my mirror. I sigh at my puffy red eyes and the pictures plastered on my walls. I brush my hands against every picture that has both me and him.
Some of them of us at Carnivals and others of us just sleeping over at each other's houses. When the pictures of me and Garroth cease, pictures of Aaron and I begin to rise. One of them is one he caught of us while we were kissing, and another one of us at a Carnival, which reminds me too much of Garroth. Just like most of the pictures.
I unclip the picture from the rope going from one corner of my room to the other. I roll the picture up and hang it as is.
Once I reach the bathroom I pick up my purple toothbrush and continue with my normal routine.
I put down my toothbrush and stare at my reflection. I see some kind of figure next to me. I squint my dark brown eyes and lean closer to the mirror. I make out messy blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. I shake my head and step away from the sink. I put up my hair in a messy bun as I walk towards my closet.
I put on a pastel blue skirt, which has suspender like straps on the sides, going over my shoulders. Under this skirt I have a white t-shirt which has a chess piece on it.
*Somewhat resembles this*
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I put on thigh high poka-dot socks and slip on some white boots with black laces and wedges.
Before I leave my room I swing on my cat messenger bag, which contains my instant camera, a portable charger, my phone, and other generic stuff.
I look at myself in my full-body mirror and sigh.
"Another day." I say to myself as I walk down the stairs.
"Aph.." Katelyn jumps off the couch and walks towards me. "You were crying again.." She says softly, putting her hand on my shoulder.
"Yeah.." I say, hardly above a whisper.
"Please eat today.." She traces her fingers along my skinny wrist.
"I'll eat with Aaron." I mutter. She nods and lets go of my wrist.
"Aph.. Wait, before you leave." She grabs my shoulder again.
"What?" I say.
"You gotta get over his death.. You can't live like this.." Katelyn says sadly. I look into her eyes, her crystal blue eyes. How they look so much like Garroth's.
"You expect me to get over it? You out of all people should know what this feels like!" I inch away from her, a mad expression glued onto my face.
"Aph, please don't--" I cut her off.
"Please don't mention Garroth.." I say in a softer tone. "I'm not getting over him." I shake my head as I sprint out the door- With the little energy I have.
