June, sometime in between unconsciousness and consciousness 2001.
*Beep beep*
"Hey, it's me David. How long will you keep avoiding me sah'? What is going on with you? You don't pick my calls, call me back, reply my text or even open the fuckn' door. You've been avoiding me like a plague and that's just bulls. You know I'm here for you.we've been best friends since kindergarten hoe, so you know I can tell something is wrong.. Call me back or I'm coming to break down your ducking door seeing as you changed your locks!!! Love you"
*beep*
YOU ARE READING
Absence
Short StoryThe fear of loving is the fear of loosing. She loved and lost what she never truly had to begin with.
