Today was Shane's funeral.
He took his life after struggling with depression for years.
They don't call him 'the funny one' anymore. Now he's 'the depressed one' or 'the guy who committed suicide'.
His parents said that Shane used his funny facade to hide how he really felt inside: empty, lonely, lost. He didn't care about bad grades because he knew that he wouldn't have a future. They explained that he said all these kind words, because he secretly wanted to hear them himself. His plans concerning the future of our school were so bright because he knew that the students would forget about him, he knew that the school's negative image had a chance of healing. But he also knew that he didn't.
I never had the chance to tell him all my thoughts about him, that I admired him and maybe fell in love with him. Sometimes I ask myself: If I had told him about my feelings, would he still be alive? Maybe. And while everybody's forgetting about the boy, who used to be the funny one,
I am the one who visits his grave every day.
The end
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Well, hello. :)
That was my first story in English. If you find any grammar/spelling/sentence structure mistakes, please correct me in the comments. Also I would love to hear you opinion to my story.
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Lots of love, -A
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Short StoryShane has a lot of names. They often call him 'classcown' or 'charmer', sometimes he's just 'the funny one'. All those names and still nobody knows who he really is. A short story about human facade and how easily we get tricked. (first story in Eng...
