No one cares about me. No one wants me. No one loves me, anymore.
I've been alone a lot of my life. I've tried to make friends and whatnot but whenever I do I get brushed off like a crumb on someone's shoulder.
Until one day I met my best friend and the love of my life, James. We had the most amazing summer together last year. We used to go to art museums. Though James hated paintings and such. One day I asked him why we went there all the time with me if I was the only one who liked art. He responded saying that he likes watching me, look at art. That it was like looking at a work of art while looking at me.
They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. It does, but doesn't work if your never going to see that person again.
James was in a deadly car crash last October. He died instantly. Not a day goes by that I don't think of him.
That's why I dreaded when my time runs out.
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When Time Ran Out
RomanceWhat if we lived in a world were everyone was born with a countdown on their wrist? Counting down to when you find your soulmate. Would you want to know, or not?
