no one deserves to be forgotten.
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pretty much dear evan hansen but connor turns into evans imaginary friend after he dies.
[lowercase intended]
[copyright to the creator of dear evan hansen]
🌿 lots of people around the school have been talking about connor. i feel so bad for his family, losing his only son. it has to be hard for zoe, too, losing your brother and your only sibling. wow.
as i get home from a long day of torcherous school, I flop on my bed and look at my plain ceiling. i don't like school, no one likes school, i just like school a bit less than normal people. i don't have a lot of friends. its not that im not friendly or mean, its just im hard to understand and talk to. but who cares, because sometimes being alone and having peace and quiet is nice.
"hey." i snatch my head over to the left, and what do I see? connor murphey sitting on my desk chair with his feet up. what?
"um, hello?" i sit up slowly and look closer. he looks like himself but happier, which is weird because when i always saw him, he was either sad or angry.
"long time no see." he says, relaxing in the chair. he has a content smile on his face.
"yeah." i just respond with.
"so how has school been without me? is it better or worse?" he asks.
"oh. well, there's been a lot if talk about you. we did a student assembly, but besides that, nothing big." i say as casual as i can, because i think im talking to a ghost or something...
"fun." he says cooley. is this really connor murphey? is he dead because why is he here? am I high?
"who are you? like why are you here?" i question him, breaking the silence, finally turning to him. he processes his answer.
"well, im a ghost, i guess. but your lonely and have no friends, so im more like your imaginary friend. no one else but you can see me." he explains. did he know I was just talking about friends?
"yeah, i did. plus your lonely, and you need friends. i can read minds too, since you were about to ask, too." he says with a grin.
"oh. um, okay then." i open up my computer and start typing.
"watcha doing?" he says. he jumps from the chair to the head board behind me. i can feel his eyes on me, watching. "chill out dude, I'm not stalking you."
"why are you here? like you already made my life a living hell because you put that note in your pocket and your parents found it when..." I stopped.
"when I killed myself? yeah, i know." he looked out the window.
"yeah." silence.
"c'mon, lets go for a walk." he orders me. he jumps off the bed and walks towards the door, opens it for me and looks to see if I'm there. sure enough, i diddnt move, I just looked up to see him just standing there. he raises his eyebrows at me. "c'mon."
"i hope you know I'm not the biggest exercise person." i explain.
"but theres trees..." smirking at me, knowing I would give in. he knew he got me.
"ugh okay." i close the computer lid and climb off my bed. i run down the stairs and throw on my shoes, craving my keys and my phone and shutting the door behind me.
HELLO AGAIN! sorry I diddnt update yesterday, I went to Le Miserables, it was so good👍
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how was your day? i hope your having a great weekend so far. i appreciate all the reads and votes recently, im so shocked and happy! 😁 k byeee hana ☀
