I must look pathetic. I wipe my eyes and start looking around. I walk towards his locker, then jog to the end of the hall. I look down each hall way leading off of the main.
I see someone leaving through those double doors. The same hair, the same shape, the same clothes.
How long has it been?
Months
Hes been gone for months.
Hes been gone.
Hes been dead.
Its not him.
I quickly make my way to the doors, opening one and looking out. I still see it. I still see him. Hes still there. Hes still here.
Its him, it has to be him.
I start walking to the figure. I dont run, running is too much. Its probably just some kid. Some kid i dont know.
He walks just like him. His book bag is just the same as his.
Im running.
Im close, closer, we collide. My vision is blurry, my breathing is heavy. I push him from his back, i land on him.
I hear him squeak.
Im crying.
Im still crying.
I get up and turn him harshly.
Everyones watching. My eyes feel like theyre bulging out of my head.
He looks up at me.
"....Tom?"
The whole world goes quiet, the knot in my stomach tightens, my breath catches in my throat.
Tears drip off my cheeks and onto his.
All i can hear is the drip.
Is he talking? He looks mad? He looks upset, he is upset.
I look at his neck.
A healing scar
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Thats gay dude.. (Completed)
FanfictionCW suicide, selfharm, drug abuse, sa would also like to preface that this story, if i remember right is fucked but also its not reality, id like anyone who stumbles upon this to politely fuck off if they do not like something mentioned ok, this is a...
