Dear Diary,
We had plans for a bonfire but it didn't work. Instead, Sam decided to take me to this quiet place where we laid down discussing poetry, books and the stars. I can't deny that the conversation was lovely though. She also told me she loved the word lovely so I have it stuck in my mind now.
I have lit up every single candle in my room. Now that I'm all alone, I can feel the raging ache crush my bones and it feels so terrible that my hands can't write properly and I don't have words to describe how awful I feel. Sam made me talk briefly about Angela. I can't stand the feeling, nor breathe.
I hope the candles along with some music can help me catch my breath and fall asleep.
Twenty three days. I need to see her tonight.
Love,
Alex.
01/01/1948
YOU ARE READING
SAM
Teen Fiction1948. In an imperfect world, nothing close to reality, Alex finds his imperfect soul mate behind the machinery of Glennon Town's Factory. Though he believes he has found his source of eternal happiness, he drowns into his own miserable self and deci...
