"Don't tell me, that you care when you don't support me.
I don't believe you! I don't want you to be here anymore. Why are you coming back?"
As I looked at my beat up, old, stained white converse.
It was a rainy Friday night, there were puddles all downtown,
New York on a fall day.
My lips started to shatter, I looked quickly to see what was blocking
the sun that was trying to come out.
"Come here" I heard his voice and I couldn't move
I was stuck. My feet were getting cold, as I looked at them again with a confused
look on my face.
"No"
"Yes..."
"Okay." I couldn't go back now.
He was in my arms as I wrapped my little hands behind him.
All I hear is the rain falling from the sky and the horns from cars in traffic.
And then.... "I came back because I know that you are hurt.", that's how I know that
I can trust him once again.
He had found me again...
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Short StoryA girl who nobody never knew is alone, depressed and always sad. This is her journal about what goes on in her mind. She writes about her life and feelings and what goes on. Every chapter will be a different writing. Her best writing are usually r...
