Backwards is how everything felt. Or in a form that nothing made sense. She was the little thing that mad everything ×click×.
From the way she carries herself to how she spoke and even when she glaced at me. My world never felt right. Before or after her.
But one day i was too much or too serious that made her drift away. She showed me with silence and i didn't understand. I sometimes sat in my room and cried counting the days the silence carried on.
One day i woke and she dissappeared. Only thing left was a little note.
I thought i wanted something for a long time until i got it and it was too much. Sorry.
-Morgan
Now that she is gone.....Sense makes nothing.
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Short Stories
De TodoA collection of short stories made by me. That come from my sick,childish and young mind.
