Everyone has something that makes them tick. Something that keeps them going. Be it another person, a pet, money, or some other object. Or so he thought. He soon discovered this was not true. There was a girl, she knew this to be false. She had nothing that made her tick. The two met, and he fell instantly in love. Or so he thought. He didn't know the depths of his feelings for her, not yet. She gave him a chance, not knowing how he felt. To her, he was only a friend. It was a while before things changed between them. He held his feelings within him, she found another and fell in love. He found, that day, that not everyone has something that makes them tick. He had just lost his. This thing that makes people tick is also called their will to live. He, had lost his. He said goodbye to her, for the last time. When his body was found, she grieved. "It was only to see if you truly loved me..." But now it was to late. She was never the same again.
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A Collection of Tragic Deaths
RandomThe simple writings of a dark teen, focused on the tragic deaths of those around him.