A lunch tray is placed in front of me.
"I'm sitting with you today, Celeste.", says Gabriel.
I didn't exactly know what to say, so I just smile and move my stuff out of the way.
He looks over at Aimee's journal. "You know, this is messing Chris up too...but she was your best friend so I assume its been worse for you."
I say nothing and pick at my food.
"You're lonely, Celeste." It's a statement, not a question.
"Yeah.", I say. My voice is hoarse and barely above a whisper.
"You talk.", says Gabriel, taken aback.
I nod and give a half-hearted smile. "I do."
"You've always seemed pretty quiet, though.", he says thoughtfully.
I look at Aimee's notebook and then go to look him in the eyes. "Because Aimee had enough mouth for the both of us."
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Teen FictionTRIGGER WARNING: suicide, depression & a hell of a lot of stupid thing like slut shaming bc 15 year old me was an idiot. '"Here.", said her mother as she handed me the notebook. "She wanted you to have this." Without saying another word she wiped...
