They say that love can be everywhere. For some reasons Margo doesn't find it true. Maybe it's true but she doesn't feel any of it at this point. She was all alone on a Christmas evening, in her car, eating the feast that she bought at McDonald's. No one has sent her any calls or messages from her 'friends', let alone her parents. She didn't want any of it anyway. And maybe she's the only one that loved herself- she's even unsure about that. A vibration from her cellphone interrupted her from her thoughts. It was a message from an unknown number.
hey margo! it's lacey. how r u?
She had stopped chewing. That was surprising she thought, as she typed a response.
g8r tHaN tHe PoPuLaTiOn Of ThE WoRlD. u? It was a lie, but bought anyway.
i see you still have that writing. i missed it. anyways, MERRY CHRISTMAS! it popped up quicker than light. I see she still replied fast and then smiled.
MeRrY ChRiStMaS LaCe.
Lacey did not respond anymore, but somehow it sparked some happiness in her. Maybe she was absolutely wrong. Someone still cared for her.
(I APOLOGIZE FOR THE SUPER LATE UPLOAD! and it was short because i'm really sleepy.)
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Paper Towns
Short StoryA glimpse Margo's life after Quentin's departure. Sequel (unofficial) to Paper Towns by John Green Ps. Each chapter barely reached 350 words.
