I scrolled and scrolled, swiping my finger on a screen.
My eyes skimmed through what I had left of our times together.
I contiuned and kept going on and on and on until it was the end.
I noticed the last thing she ever sent me, and scrolled up some more.
"I will never leave you."
"I want to be a reason for your happiness."
She was a reason. She was a reason...
And now she left.
I don't remember her exact words on why she left. I imagine it was "I feel like I am only causing you more problems."
Maybe I messed up. Maybe I did something wrong like I usually do...
I stare at the words on the screen from when they were last sent.
January 29th, 2017. The day after my birthday, and if I remember right so much closer to hers.
Or was I wrong? I don't remember. It has been too long.
I pause. It's just the tenth sheep raising back up. Is it such that big of a problem to me? Losing her?
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Counting Sheep
Teen FictionOne sheep, two sheep, This is not helping at all. Three sheep, four- Someone kill me, I must snoop this low. Five sheep, six sheep, I feel tired, but the waters still flow. Seven sheep, eight she- It looks like the sheep hit a wall. I guess eight sh...
