I'm here at the back part of the building and I don't know why i'm here because he just pulled out here. You've heard it, i'm here with him. I still don't know what his name is maybe because he doesn't like introductions.
He pulled me to a bench and I still don't know why.
He let me feel his face. I touched it, his face was smooth with no signs of scars. All of a sudden he dragged my hand to his heart. His heart was normal at first but after awhile he started to hold my hand stronger. I was clueless at the thought what he was feeling at that time.
Someone dragged him that caused him to let my go of my hand. I looked straight to wear I heared a voice, a boy who is struggling. He was the boy struggling. His voice was getting weaker and weaker until I couldn't hear him.
YOU ARE READING
He's gone
Short StorySara is 17 year old girl who lived all her life silent and in the darkness. She was always lonely because she had no friends but it changed one day.
