He watched her walk down the hall, so painstakingly slow. Everything about her seemed so off when she walked through those halls that afternoon. Her eyes that were once filled with light and joy had been reduced to a dull sheen. Her lips that were usually always curled upwards, giving you the warmest of welcomes when being greeted, is now just a limp 180 degree line. She always carried a bright aura with her wherever she went. It could outshine the sun most days. And now here she was, taking the last empty seat next to him, the last person she wanted to sit next to. Seeming lifeless. Emotionless. Yearning for it all to be over. In denial on whether any of this is real or if it's just a horrific dream, brought to her by her already demented mind. Wishing at some point that it was her mind playing tricks on her, wishing that this was all just a fantasy, created by her sick juvenile brain. But the terrible truth is - it was real and she just has to live with it. Rejection, bitterness, lament. Are everything that she has on her plate right now. Things she just has to deal with after what that boy had said to her. I guess you could say he was like her off switch.
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Off Switch
Short StoryRandom thoughts, some writing i came up with because of recent events.
