Everything was different. People didn’t stare or whisper or give looks with disgust before. But they did now. I recognized them staring or whispering as they watched us walked.
I wasn’t wrong to call Logan too oblivious to see the changes. He kept smiling. He still held my hand as we walked to our classes. That was good, because I didn’t want him to worry.
Now that everything changed, I could list every single thing I would do to make everything go back to normal where people didn’t stare or whisper or give the looks.
Or even care enough to realize our presences.
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He Left Me Alone
Novela JuvenilHis name was Logan McHale. And i didn't know why he left me alone. Short Story #171 (06/28/2014)