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10th August 12:08
So I am in class now. Honestly, it is kind of strange to be saving messages to you when you happen to sit right in front of me. This is a whole new level of creepiness, even for me.
And that says a lot Axel.
All I could do while the substitue rambled on about the pythagaros theorum, was just stare at the familiar nape of your nape and form sentences in my mind that I would say to you the next time we talked. That I missed you, that I wish we could go back to normal again, back to when it was just you and I against the world.
But that time never came.
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Short StoryTara Evans lost her best friend, Axel, exactly a month ago. No, he did not die in a gruesome murder and leave her to solve it like the next Sherlock, but he did die. Or at least the side of him only she knew, did. Winning a seemingly losing battle...
