she was real. he had found a picture of the two of them inside the pocket of one of his jeans. she looked beautiful.
the last time he had seen her had been almost two and a half months before. he missed her more than he had ever missed anyone. he refused to hang out with his friends again. he refused to hang out with anyone that wasn't her. he needed her. he had to have her.
he would walk by the coffee shop every day but he didn't have the courage to come inside. it seemed wrong to be there without her.
one day, while he was walking towards the café, he bumped into someone. he was about to flip that person off when he saw him. he knew he was probably the only person who knew where she was. so, he swallowed his pride and went after him.
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Lost Boys
Short Storyhe was just a boy who didn't know where he belonged who felt lonely all the time who was lost but it was okay because he was used to it
