At ten i watched as my older brother waved his goodbyes to us as he left for college.
Doing that silly little salute thing with that big charming grin of his.
As he faced me,
Running towards him,
I had hugged him,
I cried silently as I wished him well.
While inside I felt my little heart breaking as I silently pleaded with him,
Begged him,
Not to go.
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Breakage
Short StoryBreakage: ˈbreɪkɪdʒ/ noun the action of breaking something, or the fact of being broken. - P.s. I know the title and the description is probably sh*tty but PLEASE!! Don't be deterred by it... 😅😣😖
