I hadn't moved from my couch for a few weeks. I only did when I had to use the bathroom and was so hungry I felt nauseous.
I laid on my stomach and flicked through the same old photos to pass time. Why did Simon and I have so many pictures of us? We hadn't been friends for that long.
I always stared at one in particular for most of the day. It was one where Simon had kissed my cheek last second, my smile illuminating as I felt the butterflies in my stomach reappear, as if the picture was happening all over again.
Every second of the day was spent thinking about Simon.
Every minute of the day I was tempted to message him.
Every hour of the day I contemplated my life as I stood in front of a mirror, also picking out every flaw I could see, just from my waist and above.
Every day I wished he'd come to my house and surprise me with the longest and tightest hug in the world.
I felt weak and beaten down, as quoted from my favorite band at the moment. They had the perfect songs to fit my mood and they even triggered more sobs to escape my throat.
How could I live in a world without Simon Minter?
It was a trick question. And for some reason I thought about it loads.
But the answer was obvious.
I couldn't live in a world without Simon Minter.
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IN TOO DEEP│minizerk
Fanfictionjosh may or may not have fallen too hard for a specific someone. but the real question is, is the feeling mutual? or perfectly opposite? or could this all just become a mess in the end? SHORT STORY
