I'm tired of writing all these letters. I'm tired of causing myself so much suffering in trying to figure out what happened.
Perhaps what I really need is to stop. Stop thinking about you. Stop dwelling on the past.
You're gone. And that's it.
Maybe Mom was right. Forgetting you is what's best for me.
YOU ARE READING
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