Serendipity ⚓ four
I remember asking you if you had always been this way: if you had always felt this need to do something rebellious. It made me wonder why young adolescents were so angry, perhaps because when you get older, you realize how little there is to life if everything becomes messed up.
You looked at me like I was strange, and then slightly smiled. It's a shame. You would always say to me. Such a poetic mind gone to waste.
I suppose it hurt slightly to hear that. I could have turned back and made more of myself, I could have become something but I didn't. And I suppose I'll never truly know why.
YOU ARE READING
s e r e n d i p i t y
Kurzgeschichten❛❛here is the lonely hum in my brain where your name used to be. ❜❜
