He hunted me along my way to the cafeteria. I kept calling him quirky and weirdo, but he seemed content with that, and that made me thinking.
He's not me. He's not mad even when he is called weirdo and quirky. And I'm not him. I'll never be this calm.
He sat as I sat, and talked as I ignored, smiling as I'm not, and staring as my eyes closed.
"Please, be my friend," I opened my eyes, and look through his hoping eyes.
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Stars In Him
Short Story"How can I survive when there's nothing else that I can lay on?" - Cassidy Hart "I'll keep surviving though I'm a mess," - Caleb Williams
