"Hey Derrick, I'm sorry."
"Please forgive me."
The last line is barely audible, a whisper almost as I say it, my voice is crumbling.
Just like my heart.
I put in my earbuds and turn my volume all the way up, wishing it could be louder, to drown all my thoughts.
It's me and Derricks favorite song.
Memories of us singing along to it, screaming the lyrics in my Sisters car came to mind, popping up like obstacles in life.
I tried to out sing him, but of course he was louder. His dusty brown hair was flopping everywhere as he attempted to dance. My voice cracked as I had an outburst of laughter. My sister caught my eye in the mirror and gave me a smile.
My gosh what happened to us?
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Waiting For A Call Back
Short Story"I'm sorry." Tears threaten to spill out of my eyes. Why won't he believe me? "Please call me back. Please..."
