i don't know what to do but i know how to comfort people. we may not be close but i hug her. i hug her and patted her back just to stop her from crying.
i hug her like she's my mother. i miss hugging people.
"uhm. uh, i'm sorry." the she laughed. an awkward one.
"but...why are you telling me your story?" i tried my best to ask her politely. i don't wanna sound rude to her, especially when she's still hurting.
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Don't Say Goodbye
Short Storyat the age of sixteen, tara somehow found out that she is sick but somehow, she didn't told anybody about it. because she thought no one cares. her mother who once is loving before, her brother paid attention to soccer, her sister who always put a h...
