People were crying.
I wanted, too. But for some reason I remained silent. Someone reached for my hand. I didn't bother to find out who it was.
My heart shivered. As they started to bury the coffin, I realized it was over.
I wanted to cry. I really did. Only I didn't know if it was because sadness or anger.
The coffin was now fully buried to the ground.
I was angry.
I didn't know why he left me alone.
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He Left Me Alone
Подростковая литератураHis name was Logan McHale. And i didn't know why he left me alone. Short Story #171 (06/28/2014)