Excerpts From A Book I'll Never Write

Two

I just laid there. My friend, asleep, next to me. Thoughts running through my mind and tears running down my face. I don't exactly remember when I started crying, but I knew that it was happening now.

I couldn't lay there any longer. I got up silently, trying hard not to wake the resting girl beside me. As I walked down the stairs, I didn't notice the figure by the window. I sniffled as I reached the bottom step.

"Couldn't sleep either, huh?" he whispered.

"S-something like that. . ."

I walked up beside him and he turned to me. His slight smile turned into a frown. I quickly looked away, even though I knew he had noticed.

"What's wrong, bear?" he softly questioned.

"I-I told you not to call me that anymore," I whispered in response.

"Hey," he put his finger under my chin, making me face him, "What's wrong?"

I looked him straight in the eye and shook my head. And it was as if he fully understood what it felt like. To feel endlessly sad without reason.

I practically jumped into his arms, silently sobbing on his chest. He just seemed to hold me tighter with every new sob I released. He made me feel safe.

And everything was right in the world.

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I'm not crying, I'm just sweating through my eyes. Btw this is exactly what I do in the middle of the night. Except it's usually in my head, which is where most of these entries are going to come from.

- Bobby