"I miss him.
I've been trying to get him off my mind these past few days. An hour ago I was about to break down, kinda praise myself I could hold the tears. But it's still killing me goddamnit, every single things remind me of him, my stomach gets twisted, my throat has loosen it's voice."
"Well, let me tell you a silly story.
So I bought a fluffy -not really- doll, I named it as his name, pretending it's him. Do I sound crazy? Anyway, I never bring it to my dorm, I placed it in my bedroom back home, because,
hes my home, you know? So I have the urge to get home as often as possible, so I can feel it, missing someone -him- back home. Once he felt like home to me."
She stares at her friend's face blankly.
And she loses herself,
"I want to forget him, but I also don't want to. I don't know what I want. He's too sweet to be forgotten and too tragic to be remembered."
She is tragic.
